The next morning, Leonard walked into Sickbay and heard the nurses chattering in the distance. He just rolled his eyes and trudged on, knowing that the whole ship was prone to petty gossip. That is, until he heard his name. He glared and strained to listen.
"... but is it real? ... you think so?"
"... but Leonard seemed so interested in women, I..."
"... how long do you think..."
"... saw them going to Spock's quarters..."
Leonard glared harder and sighed. He'd have to face this head on. He walked around to the location of the nurses, and they stopped talking immediately when they saw him. "What did I say about gossip in my sickbay?" He lectured, and a few of them blushed and looked away. "If you have any concerns, tell me directly, otherwise-"
"Doctor, are you and Spock really together?" Nurse Lanna blurted out, looking embarrassed after she said it. Christine gaped at her.
"Yep. Is that all?" Leonard said bluntly, still scowling at them. They looked at each other, seeming to communicate telepathically. He tried not to just walk away or to yell at them. Both options were equally tempting.
"Well..." Nurse Jen said quietly, avoiding eye contact. "It's hard to imagine that Spock can be very... intimate. And you've always seemed so interested in women."
"Well, girls, hate to break it to you, but it ain't really any of your damn business." Leonard said angrily. "But if it helps you sleep at night, our relationship a very happy and very healthy one. So zip your little mouths shut about it and get to work!" They all nodded avidly, and scrambled away. Christine was the only one that lingered, but she eventually went off to work. Leonard sighed. Of course he had to lie about the happy and healthy relationship thing. The only way to shut the little lambs up.
Half-way through his shift, Leonard bumped into a piece of equipment distractedly and flinched when his arm started burning. Panicked, he checked his arm for any wounds. None? He looked at what he bumped into, then looked at his arm. Then the equipment, then his arm again. Why did that hurt so damn bad?! Nothing cut him, and there were no substances to burn him.
Leonard frowned at his arm for a while, and touched it even, but couldn't come to any conclusions. Until it clicked. Spock! It was probably Spock that got hurt! Looking around, he grabbed the first Regulation First Aid Kit that he could find, and ran out of sickbay. A nurse called after him, but he ignored her.
It took far too long before he got to the science lab (how'd he know Spock was going to be there, anyway?), and he was heaving once he got through the door. He saw Spock, standing in a defensive position, trying to negotiate with a another science officer named Beur, who was across the table from him. Beur was holding a dissecting knife, breathing heavily. He hadn't noticed Leonard yet, but Spock didn't give any signs that would allow Beur the suspicion. "If you would accompany me to Sickbay-"
"I said no, Vulcan scum! Romulans killed my brother two weeks ago on his two year mission! You and all your kin deserve to be wiped from existence!" Beur screamed, and Leonard quickly but quietly went through the first aid kit to see if there was a damn sedative in there. Evidently he wasn't quiet enough, since Beur wiped around and saw him. "Oh, so the little boyfriend of the stupid devil-spawn comes to try and save the day! How cute! Drop the kit and get over there with him!" He pointed at Leonard with his knife, and used it to gesture over to where Spock was standing, across the table from them. Leonard glared and moved over to join the Vulcan.
He immediately scanned Spock with his eyes, seeing that the only injury visible was a faint cut on his arm. He must have been quick for the knife to barely have broken through his sleeve, but there was still blood seeping through. Spock gave him a look that either said "What the fuck are you doing here" or "Get ready to fight." It could've been either.
While they were busy looking at each other, Beur leaped over the table and tackled Leonard to the floor, but was soon thrown off by Spock. Leonard rubbed the back of his head where it hit the ground, and got up quickly. While Spock was wrestling with Beur, Leonard ran and searched through the first aid kit, drawing out a hypo loaded with a sedative. He hardly had time to thank god for it before he ripped Beur off of Spock.
The man scuffled with him before wrenching the hypo out of his hands. Leonard cursed. "You'll have to do better than that, you Yank!" Beur spat, now holding both the hypo and the knife. He walked forward, backing both Leonard and Spock into a wall. Christ, everybody knew you were never supposed to get backed into the wall! He wondered when Spock was going to get them out of this with his cat-like reflexes, but then he realized that the man was both injured and emotionally reserved. To let out all his Vulcan rage and fighting instinct would be suicide.
A scenario popped into his head suddenly, and he knew that it must have come from Spock somehow. If Leonard attacked, then Spock could get behind the man and nerve pinch him. He also knew that Spock also hated the idea, since it would put Leonard in danger, but it would be the best course of action. No weapons, no way to contact security even if they yelled, and no escape.
Beur walked closer to them, and Spock tried moving his body in front of Leonard, but the doctor tried to get in front of Spock instead. "Fuck off, Spock." He growled, his jaw clenched, and shoved himself in front Spock, pressed against him. There was no way he'd allow the Vulcan to suffer another injury.
"What a cute couple." Beur snickered. "Protecting each other, even though you're both going to watch one another die-" Leonard sprung forward, grabbing Beur's hands and knocking the hypo out of his grasp. The knife was slashed around before Beur fell to the ground. Spock immediately called security, then walked over to Leonard and embraced him.
"I apologize deeply to you, Leonard, for putting you in danger." Spock said, gripping (crushing) him tightly.
"It's okay, Spock. You can... you can loosen your grip on me a bit though." Leonard coughed out, and Spock ever-so-slightly lessened his hold on him. Security came and grabbed Beur, cautiously avoiding the couple for now. Questions could be answered later. "I'm just happy you're okay." Leonard said, and pushed away. "We need to take you to Sickbay."
"You need care as well, Doctor." Spock said, raising a hand to Leonard's face and stroking his thumb across his cheekbone. He suddenly felt pain there, and he put his own fingers up to feel a cut that he didn't know he had. Must've been too in the moment to realize it.
Once they got to Sickbay, Nurse Lanna cleaned Leonard's wound while Christine tended to Spock. "It's very superficial, and the bleeding has stopped already, so you don't need any bandages if you don't want it. Just keep the wound clean and-"
"Yeah, I got it, thanks." Leonard said, and walked over to Spock and Christine. He could hear Nurse Lanna sigh irritably behind him. Spock was sitting on the biobed, and Christine was just finishing his bandage. "How's it going over here?"
"The cut's fine, it's bandaged correctly and will heal quickly due to his Vulcan physiology." Christine reported, and Leonard nodded.
"Thank you, Christine, really." He said, giving her a tired smile. She smiled back, and walked off. Leonard watched her go with a sigh.
"Are you still interested in her?" Spock asked quietly, and Leonard whipped around to gape at him.
"If I wanted her I wouldn't be here with you, now would I?" Leonard retorted, and sat next to Spock on the bed. "I don't know what I would have done if you got... if you..."
"Nor I, if it were you." Spock whispered back, and Leonard wrapped his arm around him.
"This doesn't... You know, what you said last night... You getting hurt now doesn't mean that I'm suddenly..." Leonard sighed, trying to find the right words. Luckily, Spock was smart and knew exactly what he was trying to say.
"I know, ashayam." He replied, leaning to press their heads together. "All is well, now."
During dinner, nobody really ate as Leonard and Spock both explained to Jim and the others what happened with Beur. Evidently Spock had been working alone in the lab, waiting to be joined by Sulu, when Beur came in. He started going on about his brother and the connection they shared, before grabbing a knife and explaining that Romulans had killed him. He said that all Romulans- and Vulcans, since they were practically the same species- deserved to die for their ruthlessness. Spock tried to talk some sense into Beur, but he just wouldn't listen.
The whole dinner time was tense, and Spock and Leonard kept giving each other looks- as if they both needed the constant reassurance that the other was still there, alive and well. They kept bumping knees and elbows, brushing arms and shoulders, leaning towards each other in some sort of magnetic pull that nobody could've explained.
As soon as they got into Spock's quarters, they were on each other. Leonard balled his fist in the Vulcan's short hair, his mouth already wet with their combined saliva. Spock moved them to the bed and got on top of him, working his tongue into his mouth. Leonard moaned as their tongues mingled, and his hands explored Spock's chest and back. He worked his hands under Spock's shirt and pulled it off quickly, his hands now able to paw at the Vulcan's exposed torso.
Leonard's shirt was pulled off also, and Spock's sensitive hands ravaged his body in swift motions. Their hips grinding, Leonard grasped Spock's butt to push him down against it. The Vulcan moaned, and pulled away. Before he could say anything, Leonard spoke first. "I'm not going to be the bottom." While temporarily fazed, Spock looked quite uncomfortable with that statement.
"We both switched positions during That Night, surely you could withstand it." Spock tried to reason with him, but he only glared back.
"If you don't bottom, I'll leave." He said bluntly, and Spock clenched his jaw. Then a thought popped into his head. "We don't have any condoms. Or lube. We need both of those things or I'm calling it off, damn it."
"Sickbay supplies such items." Spock said, but Leonard grimaced. Go all the way over to Sickbay? Now? He had a better solution.
"Here, move." Leonard said, pushing Spock out of the way. He got off the bed and walked through the bathroom and walked into Jim's quarters without knocking. Luckily, the captain wasn't even there, so he didn't have to deal with his whiny perverted ass. He rummaged through the captain's drawers before finding an array of sexual items (were some of these even allowed aboard the ship?), and found what he wanted. Without leaving any trace that he was there, he closed Jim's door and the bathroom door and returned to Spock.
"How did you know that Jim would have-?"
"Oh, don't get your panties in a bind, Jim is the most precarious person alive. Of course he has these- among other things- stashed away in his quarters." Leonard explained, setting the lube and condoms down on the bedside table. They both removed their boots, socks, and pants. Leonard then started kissing Spock again so that he wouldn't ask any more questions. He got on top of the Vulcan, rubbing their groins together, making them both moan into each other's mouths.
Leonard's face was getting warm from the pleasure, so he was sure that he was blushing. Breaking the wet kiss, he looked down at Spock. The Vulcan was blushing as well, breathing deeply under him. The sight of him like this only turned Leonard on more.
"Are we going to begin?" Spock asked bluntly, in an irritated voice that betrayed his appearance. Leonard smiled, since that meant that Spock was going to accept his fate as the receiver. They removed their boxers, leaving them completely exposed for one another. Leonard suddenly felt extremely nervous, and avoided looking at Spock's genital area. He leaned down, kissing the other man, rubbing their bodies together so that he could get used to the feeling. Spock eventually pushed him away, saying, "If we do not begin soon..."
"I know, I am." Leonard said quickly, grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside table. He briefly scanned the ingredients, making sure there was nothing harmful, but he couldn't really form too many thoughts so he just squeezed some onto his fingers anyway. At the feeling of the liquid on his hand, he began to panic. He swallowed hard, hit mouth becoming dry.
"Ashayam." Spock said, pulling him out of his panic. "We may continue this at a later date, if you wish."
"I'm way too hard for that, baby." Leonard smiled, trying to build up his confidence. Spock's eyebrows twitched as if the pet name pissed him off, but his increased blush and pre-cum betrayed that notion. Leonard breathed deeply, and pressed a finger into Spock's entrance. The Vulcan didn't show any signs of- well, anything, so when he seemed ready, he pressed another inside. By the time there were three fingers, Spock's breath hitched as they brushed against his prostate.
Leonard decided they were both ready, and he shakily put a condom on himself. He wasn't usually this nervous during sex, damn it! He lubed himself up, and lined himself up with Spock's entrance. He looked the Vulcan in the eyes as he pushed in, and leaned down so that they could kiss. He started thrusting slowly, Spock moving his hips up for better access. Their tongues stroked each other and their hands explored one another's bodies, before Leonard reached a hand down and grasped Spock's member. He stroked in rhythm with his thrusts, making making Spock moan in pleasure. The sound encouraged him to go faster and harder until Spock was coming, and Leonard came soon after.
Leonard pulled out, disposed of the wet condom, and collapsed next to Spock. He snickered when he saw the semen on the Vulcan's toned chest and abdomen. It was on him, too, which almost got him all hot again. But that was enough excitement for one night.
He got up, went to the bathroom and got a hot, damp towel, and started gently wiping Spock with it. The Vulcan only watched him softly as he concentrated on getting him clean and comfortable. Leonard did the same with himself, only not as gently, and disposed of the towel.
After all was well, he laid back down again with Spock, and kissed him gently. He covered them both up with the tousled blankets, and they held hands. "I forgot all about your arm. Is it okay?"
"As illogical as it may be, I seem to have forgotten about it as well. I do not feel any pain." Spock said, and Leonard smiled. "You have been smiling more often."
"I have?" Leonard asked, and Spock nodded. "I guess it's because I can be happy when I'm with you."
"You do not regret our sexual encounter?" Spock said, looking at him seriously. Leonard frowned.
"Of course not. I don't regret either of them. I'm glad to share my life with you." He answered, and Spock nodded again. "Do you regret it?"
"I do not. I am also content that our lives will be shared with one another." Spock replied, making Leonard smile again. They kissed gently, and then held each other as they fell asleep.