Rating: Still M, guys. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Spock flung the PADD he had been attempting to work on across the room it smashed into the far wall, nearly taking out the chess set as well. He tried again to meditate but found his concentration completely absent. He could hardly keep still, his whole body shaking and quivering.

The day before, Spock had spent the majority of his time preparing for the mating cycle. It was imperative that they avoid exposure to the crew as much as possible. Pon farr was still a well guarded secret on Vulcan, and while Leonard had to know and it was understandable that Kirk was told, he'd already brought this ailment far more attention than was fitting. First, he had ordered a set of class five confidentiality mufflers brought to his room, which he proceeded to install on his own. Then he organized for the strictest orders that no one be permitted to contact him for the next week either in person or by his comm unit. After deciding that that was inadequate in a fit of rage, he wrenched the comm unit from his wall. It was surprisingly satisfying.

Sleep had evaded him last night. He'd been attempting to keep the link as silent as possible to avoid disturbing Leonard, but it made him even more anxious as he also was unable to sense his mate's presence either. He felt irrepressibly angry that Leonard had chosen to go to the planet. He should have stayed on the Enterprise with him.

Pacing the floor again, Spock found that the niggling sensation in the back of his mind which had been plaguing him for hours had returned, but he continued to ignore it. After all, most of his senses were going haywire at the moment. His vision was somewhat dimmed, harder to perceive, harder to distinguish. Reading was challenging at best. His sense of smell, however, had seemed to amplify itself. He could smell Leonard all over his room and it made him ache with desire.

It was evening again, two solid says since his mate was with him.

Spock decided that that was quite long enough. He laid flat on his bed to avoid the pacing and removed his barriers that he'd set on the link. His mate would sense his need and return to him immediately.

Only he didn't.

Leonard's end of the link was fuzzy and distorted and he slid into the other's mind to find himself in a caricature of his normal mindset. Castle walls crept inward and sprung outward, laughter echoed the halls and tiny black dots danced around the whole of his vision. Something was very wrong here. His mind called out for his mate but only empty halls greeted him.

Finally, a figure did emerge, but it was not his mate. It was Serin. 'Spock. I have been attempting to reach you but your mind was not receptive. Go to him. He is in danger.'

It was all Spock needed to jerk out of the other's mind and propel himself upward. His door slid open, and he nearly collided with the Captain.

"Hey, Spock. Bones wanted me to check in on you, and I only just got the time. I've been in meetings literally all day."

"Remove yourself from my path, or I will surely break your neck." Spock felt himself growling. He generally did not believe that threats were practical or purposeful, but Kirk's swift response of stepping clear away from him could be evidence to the contrary. He sprinted down the hallway, uncaring of the incredulous looks he got as he ran.

Into the transporter room he went. "Beam Dr. McCoy from the planet's surface immediately." He ordered the undeniably frightened technician in an icy tone.

Kirk came skidding into the room a second later.

"I can't, Mr. Spock." The man said desperately after a minute. "Neither communicator is giving a signal, and our scanners do not pick up the life forms on this planet."

"Is it Bones?" The captain asked breathlessly.

Spock found himself snarling at the captain with far more emotion than he had any intention of displaying. "It is not appropriate that you be permitted to call him that while I am not. He is my mate."

Kirk seemed to completely ignore his comment and turn to the technician. "Beam us both down, same coordinates as before." Spock was pleased that the captain was making no attempt to prevent him from going after Leonard. Unless he intended to use the phaser strapped to his belt on his First Officer, there was no chance that he could stop him.

Like lightening, Spock found a pad and waited impatiently for the beaming sequence. He was shocked for a moment by the brightness of the planet, but stumbled forward in the direction the link told him that his mate would be. Spock ignored the started looks from aliens that looked so much like his human companions as he stalked through the building with single-minded determination. His should never have allowed his mate to go to the surface. It was his failure to protect that had resulted in this scenario.

His mate was behind a locked door, but the lock was no competition for the anger in his mind and the strength in his hands. Spock busted through the door that stood in his way like it was made of plywood. And stopped dead.

In the center of the room was a massive four poster bed draped in translucent red curtains to match the red plastered all around the room. On the bed was Leonard, naked, arms tied to the top two posters. Between his spread legs, a man was kneeling, engaging his mate in intimate acts. This stranger was touching his mate in a way that no one but Spock should ever be allowed, with a clear intent towards copulation. With his mate.

The stranger was standing and backing away within seconds, as if he could sense Spock's complete and utter devotion to enacting his death in the most painful way imaginable. Spock found this reaction acceptable. He was clearly aware of his wrongdoing and Spock would not need to explain why he would have to die. Fortunately, the alien did not attempt to explain himself, only cowered in fear from Spock's wrath.

And then a phaser fired and the man dropped to the floor. "I knew that guy was too self-absorbed to take no for an answer." Kirk spat.

Spock turned slightly to face him. "Who was he?"

"The so-called President, Eldrith. Obsessed with blue eyes."

"You knew my Leonard was in danger?" Spock's rage was still unresolved and it seemed to have found a new target.

"Spock, I had no idea he would take it this far." Kirk actually did look nervous to have Spock's complete attention, and Spock felt gratified by it. He understood the severity of his mistake, then. The captain's eyes glanced behind him, as if seeking a way to divert Spock's attention. "You'd better take care of B- McCoy."

This was motivating to him, and he turned toward the bed. Behind him, he could hear Kirk shuffling away with the stunned President. It was no matter. Spock would destroy the man later when he was awake to experience it as he doubted that Kirk would use anything other than stun, even as angry as he was.

Leonard was hardly conscious, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Drugged. He seemed to pull himself together a bit when Spock approached. "Spock." He breathed.

"I am here, Ashayam." Spock didn't dare touch his mate.

"Arms don't move."

Spock clenched his fists. "You are tied down."

Leonard seemed to take a long time to process this. Spock debated if he would benefit more from pulling a sheet over his mate or if the increased movement would end his shallow control over himself. "Help?"

"I will not be able to control myself if I touch you. I will not be able to stop until I have had you." Spock admitted, grabbing his own shaking hand behind his back. "I request your consent."

Again, his mate seemed to take forever to process the information. Spock wanted to touch, needed to touch. "I'm yours." At another time, Spock might have found the phrasing odd for his mate's character, but his mind was overwhelmed.

Finally, finally, Spock reached down to run his hand along his mate's chest. And then his mind was clear of the insatiable lust, and Leonard was suddenly filled with energy, bucking and writhing on the mattress. "Fuck! Spock, touch me!" He was working his free legs around to try to capture Spock's waist. "Please!"

"I should untie you while I retain my senses."

"Don't you dare!" Leonard argued, "I think I'll die if you wait any longer to touch me."

Unable to contend with the fierce emotions that he knew so well, Spock relented and moved his hands back to stroke along Leonard's chest. His mate moaned in pleasure, and Spock could feel his own fire returning, his incessant biology demanding to be satisfied. He leaned over and captured warm lips in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss of a shared want and need.

Spock may have ripped his shirt as he worked it off his body, but the reward of smooth skin beneath his own was well worth it. He held the hips below him in a strong grip as he tried to blend their bodies into one, but he simply could not get close enough. Quickly, he worked off his pants, inordinately confused by his boots and maybe he tore those, too, as he fought to rid himself of anything and everything keeping him from his mate.

He pulled Leonard's legs up and apart, holding tightly below one knee as he used his other hand to line himself at his mate's entrance. Spock slid inside, feeling Leonard's pleasure and pain mixed together, which only heightened his own responses. He was inside his mate. Nothing could be better than this experience. Spock had no control over his actions from then on. He bucked and ground his hips and clenched onto Leonard's legs as he thrust wildly and erratically, hard and fast, nothing like the composed Vulcan he strove to be.

His mate jerked and semen spread all over him. Spock drove in once more before climaxing, reveling in the tightening of the muscles around him. Then, releasing his mate's legs, he slumped forward onto Leonard's chest. It was sticky and smelled of his mate. He found it pleasant.

Spock zoned in and out of reality for a while as he rested. Unusually, he was unsure of how much time passed as he dozed. He could not bear to separate himself from his partner. He satisfied himself twice more with frantic movements, burrowing himself into his mate again and again before he pulled all the way out.

Within minutes, he could feel his need rising in him again, but he did not wish to satisfy it here. He found his pants beside the bed and pulled them on. The shirt was no longer functional and he didn't want to bother with his shoes. Looking about the room, Spock spotted a communicator on a small table near the door. He had to assume that the captain had placed it there as he had not thought to bring one with him, yet he could not recall the captain intruding at any point. Deciding it was a topic best left undisclosed, he made use of the gift.

"Spock to Captain Kirk."

The answer was almost immediate. "Spock! You're better!"

"For the time being." Spock admitted. The Vulcan returned to the bed, unable to leave his mate for long, carefully stroking his skin and his face.

"And McCoy?"

"Resting." Spock inspected his mate, and noted unhappily that his right wrist had begun to bleed below the bindings. He started working on the knots as he spoke. "Have you located Mr. Scott?"

"Hours ago. He's in Sickbay with a concussion, but he should be fine. I've brought down a full security team, and we're in control of the situation here. There was very little resistance. You have as much time as you need."

Leonard began to rouse as Spock worked on the second rope. "I would like to be removed to my quarters if possible; however, I would prefer if we can avoid being seen."

"Jim." Leonard joined in.

"Bones!" Kirk greeted cheerfully. Spock was brought back to commenting on the captain's usage of the moniker earlier. He did not comment now. "How are you feeling?"

His mate ignored the question completely, his voice was still groggy, though Spock wasn't sure if it had more to do with exhaustion or being drugged. "Eltasat, Jim. Drugged me. Did brain scan, saw telepathy. Maybe thought it was in my genes."

The captain's voice seemed to move away from the speaker as he ordered a few men to find the alien doctor. "Stay put, guys. I'll get you in your quarters in just a minute."

Spock tucked the communicator into his waistband. "I have not located your clothing."

Leonard looked around himself and frowned. He tried to get up, but was unsteady on his feet. Spock quickly grabbed him around his waist. The skin contact was amplifying his already growing urge to join and it was with some difficulty that he pulled a sheet from the bed and wrapped it around his mate. It covered everything but his feet.

Shortly, he felt the tingle of the transporter. They appeared in the transporter room, Kirk himself manning the controls. The captain let out what Leonard was mentally calling a 'wolf-whistle' before sending them away again. Spock wondered what he looked like. When they reappeared, it was inside Spock's cabin, for which they were both immensely grateful.

Leonard shucked the sheet like it was full of bed bugs without his usual reserve about being naked, and Spock let his gaze wander over his mate's flesh. His thoughts drifted towards making use of the desk, the wall and the shower and several feats which could only be accomplished due to his Vulcan strength. He let his thoughts pass over their link and Leonard let out a half moan as his interest became abundantly apparent in his naked state.

His mate wavered on his feet again, and Spock gripped his shoulder. His plans would have to wait until the drugs were no longer affecting Leonard, but he had every intention of enacting them all before he allowed his mate to leave his room. For now, the bed would suffice.

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