Ch 14: Questionable Behavior
A breathless Kirk gasped for air as he held on tightly to his bathroom sink and looked at himself in the mirror. Beads of sweat clung to his tanned skin, rolling down his face. Large dark red splotches were randomly placed on his body: several clusters on his neck, a couple on his chest near his nipples, a large one on his stomach, and several more clusters on his inner thighs. Long red stripes ran from his shoulder down to his elbows from where Spock had raked his finger nails. When he turned around, he saw several paths of similar marks on his shoulder blades and back.
Facing the mirror again, Kirk shook his head at the damage Spock had wrecked on his body. Five hours ago they had begun their mini Sex Olympics, and after expending more bodily fluids than his body really should have, he had been permitted to go clean up while the Vulcan slept. Spock had become slightly more adventurous and courageous in the bedroom since their first time together, but the savagery he had just displayed was one Kirk never expected from him. He feared he wouldn't be able to sit properly for at least a week, maybe more.
He sighed as he wondered how he'd ever be able to hide the marks on his neck. Wearing a turtleneck or a scarf would be far too obvious, and considering they had been wandering through space at warp 1 for the last five days, he couldn't blame it on a mishap during a planetary exploration. That only left two options: one, appeal to one of the female officers and ask to borrow makeup until the marks faded, or two, sport his marks like badges of honor.
Which of the female officers was the closest to his complexion?
By now it was terribly obvious that there was indeed something wrong with Spock. Not only was he initiating sex on a far too common basis, he was also showing signs of irritability. His sensitivity to touch was persisting and if anything got worse after coming back onto the Enterprise five days ago. The light flush his skin had the night after he was scratched by the female Felisian Astinder referred to as Theca had deepened to a rich green color.
The infuriating part was Spock was refusing to be evaluated by McCoy. Every time Kirk suggested it he feared he would be decapitated. Funny enough, just as soon as Spock would snap at him, the next moment he'd be purring seductively at him. At times like this Spock was very easy to compare to a female experiencing Pre-Menstrual Syndrome. It was an understatement to say that emotionally Spock was running hot and cold. To be more accurate, it was like all of his emotions were connected to a switchboard and a demented fool was at the controls, flipping switches haphazardly without thinking of the consequences.
More concerning was Spock's complete abandonment of discretion. It seemed their previous agreement to uphold a professional relationship when on duty or generally out in public had bee thrown out the window and left to float aimlessly in space. The incident that led to them having sex in his quarters for four hours stood out in Kirk's mind…
Kirk and Spock walked together down the hall after playing several games of chess in the recreation room. For some reason, Kirk had managed to win four games of chess in a row, all without making more than seven moves on his part. In any other situation, he'd simply brag that he was becoming so skilled at the game that he was now a real match for Spock, but it didn't seem that way as they played. It seemed as though Spock simply couldn't focus on the game in front of him. Or rather, his attention was more on Kirk than on the game itself.
Spock's searing gaze had been fixated on Kirk since they first set the board up in the recreation room to play. When he made his moves, he made them quickly and haphazardly, as if he weren't even thinking them through. It unnerved Kirk to be stared at so intently by his fiancé, but he did his best not to focus on it. After their fourth game, he suggested they leave the recreation room and find something else to do.
It bothered him that he was allowed to win so easily. Not only was it annoying that Spock wasn't even putting any effort into the game, but one of Kirk's pet peeves was to have others allow him to win, whether it was intentional or not. He loved a challenge and Spock both knew that and felt the same way. Something had to be wrong with him for him to be so non-complacent during one of their favorite pastimes.
Despite his uncertainty about whether it was wise to inquire about Spock's current state, Kirk decided he deserved an answer. "Spock," he said as casually as he could allow himself, "was your mind elsewhere while we were playing chess?"
To his surprise, Spock replied, "Yes, you are correct. I regret that I was unable to focus on the games we played, hence why you were able to win four games in a row. If I were not compromised as I am now, certainly the outcome would have been much different."
Kirk raised an eyebrow at Spock. "Compromised? Like how? You're not starting to feel sick are you?" Kirk felt like an idiot for asking that. He knew Spock couldn't have been feeling well. His skin had turned a much darker shade of green since they left Kalthoria and his body temperature was borderline scorching.
Without warning, Spock pushed Kirk against the wall in the hallway and pinned him against it with both of his arms. Kirk stared back at Spock with fear in his eyes. The look on Spock's face was the same as it was when he attacked Kirk on the bridge on their first mission together, a look he had hoped not to see directed at him again.
"The only thing I am sick of is your constant badgering," Spock growled. "I do not need you tending to me like a mother hen."
He lifted his hand toward Kirk's face, making Kirk flinch. Kirk closed his eyes and braced himself for whatever pain he was about to feel but the pain never came. What he felt was sizzling hot fingers cupping his chin and a thumb stroking his bottom lip. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that the rage in Spock's eyes had transformed into dark desire.
"What I need," Spock rasped, "is to feel myself inside of you."
"Spock," Kirk breathed, trying to think straight as Spock's other hand slipped behind him and grasped on to his right butt cheek. "N-not here…"
"Why not? You asked what was wrong with me; I am merely explaining myself and attempting to correct the problem." He leaned forward and sucked on bottom lip, his hand slipping to the back of Kirk's head and pulling him closer. Though Spock's eyes were closed, Kirk's were wide open and flitting from side to side. Out of the corners of his eyes he could see crew members slowing their pace to stare or stopping all together to watch in shock as Spock ravaged their captain in plain sight.
Kirk's arms slid up Spock's chest and attempted to push him away, but Spock wouldn't allow himself to be denied his desire. He turned his head and gasped, "Spock, this isn't appropriate…people are watching us…"
Bringing his lips from Kirk's mouth to Kirk's ear, he whispered, "Let them watch. I will be certain to give them a satisfactory show."
The hot feeling of Spock's hand stroking the bulge that formed against his will between his legs cut Kirk's breath from his lungs. He struggled desperately with his thoughts as Spock also assaulted his neck with enthusiastic nibbles. He had to find a way to cease Spock's relentless attack of his erogenous zones while his crew members watched. There was only one thing he could think of that would successfully distract him: going into captain mode.
"Spock!" he shouted, finally managing to get Spock to stop stroking his crotch and nibbling his neck. Spock pulled back and stared at Kirk in surprise, now very aware of what he was doing. Kirk didn't give him a chance to respond though. "I order you to stop fondling me where everyone else can see! Your actions are inappropriate and if they continue I will have security escort you to your quarters! Do I make myself clear?!?"
Kirk saw Spock's resolve falter, much to his relief. He was finally reaching him, and not a moment too soon. If things had progressed any further, he wouldn't have been able to control himself.
"Understood Captain," Spock said in his usual cool, compliant tone of voice. Kirk breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Spock lower his hands and the crew members that had stopped to watch continue about their own business. While he hadn't prevented anyone from seeing them in such a manner, he at least halted things before they became more heated.
Unexpectedly, Kirk felt himself be hoisted from the ground and thrown over Spock's shoulder. "We will simply continue this in your quarters." Securing him with strong arms, Spock broke into a run and ran with the speed of lightning down the hall, masterfully avoiding shocked crew members as he did.
Five hours later Kirk was in his current state, sweaty, tired, and sore. He released his grip on the sink and turned the shower on. Stepping into the shower, he let the hot water soak into his sore muscles. Sadly the water could do nothing for how much his ass hurt from the five hours of sex he had just endured.
Kirk didn't linger long in the shower; he cleaned the sweat and stench of sex off of him and promptly turned the water off. He grabbed a towel from the nearby towel rack and quickly dried himself off. As tired as he was and as much as McCoy would hate hearing about their romp between the sheets, he had to talk to him. This wasn't going to be a simple divulgence of how steamy their sex was; Kirk had some serious concerns about Spock. For him to completely abandon discretion the way he did earlier proved there was indeed something wrong with him and the only person who could really help was McCoy.
When Kirk left the bathroom Spock was still dead asleep. However, instead of silently sleeping on his side as he usually did, Spock was sprawled on his back, his mouth hanging open and snoring loudly. Well, Kirk thought, that clinches it. Spock never sleeps like that. There's definitely something wrong with him.
Tiptoeing across the room to his dresser, he slipped on a clean uniform and snuck out of the room. He relaxed once the door closed behind him and made his way to sick bay. If he couldn't convince Spock to go see Doctor McCoy and be examined, he'd have to bring McCoy to him…perhaps along with a few security guards, just in case.
He tried his best to walk normally to sick bay, but his ass was so sore he involuntary walked with his legs spread apart. Everyone he passed gave him either a strange look or stifled a giggle, much to his dismay. At least the way he walked drew everyone's attention away from the massive hickeys on his neck.
Just his luck, he passed by Jake and Russell on the way to sick bay. They immediately saw the awkward way Kirk was walking and rushed over to him to tease him. They both put their arms around his shoulders and gave him their best shit eating grins. "Weeell, looks like someone had too much fun with Commander Spock!" Russell said loudly.
"Indeed it does!" Jake said, gently poking Kirk in his sore ribs. "Must have gotten so much loving he can't help but walk around like John Wayne!"
"Who the hell is John Wayne?" Kirk groaned. He wasn't in the mood for Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum's obnoxiousness at the moment.
"Aw come on!" Russell replied. "Aren't you supposed to be some kind of genius? Surely a farm boy like you would know about John Wayne! He was only one of the most famous western movie actors of the 20th century! Didn't you ace 20th century history back at the academy?!?"
Kirk grumbled, "Maybe if I didn't feel like I had been impaled by a telephone pole I'd have remembered…"
"Oooh, a telephone pole huh?" Jake smirked. "Well aren't you lucky!" As he looked down at his captain, he noticed a rather large red mark on his neck. He touched a finger to it lightly, making Kirk flinch and cringe at the same time.
Jake laughed and said, "Apparently Spock takes a bit of a liking to your neck, Captain! If I didn't know you had just come out of the bedroom I'd say you had a really bad rash as red as this side of your neck is!"
"Hey, this side of his neck matches too!" Russell grinned as he pointed to the other side of Kirk's neck.
Now Kirk's entire face was turning red, not out of embarrassment, but out of irritation. Through gritted teeth, he said, "If you're done having a laugh at my expense, I'd like to see Doctor McCoy…"
Smirking, Jake said, "If all you're going for is advice on how to make your ass stop hurting so much, I can give you advice about that. All you gotta do is…"
"…I do not want to hear about how you make your ass stop hurting after you get fucked by Russell!" Kirk shouted. The pairs of eyes that snapped toward him after he shouted made him realize he had said that way louder than he should have. Lowering his voice, he said, "I have other concerns I need to address with Doctor McCoy. Would you two please quit bothering me so I can go to sick bay? Or will I need to make it an order?"
The two larger men reluctantly removed their arms. Russell gave a sloppy salute and said, "We're sorry, sir. We won't bother you again."
Kirk rolled his eyes and wobbled away back in the direction of sick bay. Russell and Jake simply exchanged smirks and continued about their way.
The sick bay was empty when Kirk arrived, which turned out to be a very comforting sight. The office to McCoy's office was open and from where he stood he could see him and Chapel conversing over a data pad. More than likely it had information pertaining to one of their patients that they had recently seen.
He was about to call out to McCoy when McCoy noticed his entrance. McCoy excused himself and walked out of his office to see what it was Kirk wanted. "Jim! What can I do for you? Have you figured out a way to get Spock to my office so I can evaluate him?"
Groaning, Kirk shook his head. "No, but I think we need to do something. His condition has deteriorated since we left."
McCoy noticed the marks on Kirk's neck and leaned in closer to examine them. His eyebrows rose when he noticed teeth marks at the center of the large red marks. He then narrowed his eyes and looked at Kirk, who was turning pink.
"Jim, did he hurt you?"
"Uh, yes and no Bones…do you want the grizzly details or a skim over?"
Chapel had walked out of McCoy's office and was listening from his door way, her data pad still in her hands. McCoy's eyes shifted back and forth as he debated this. The doctor in him demanded to know exactly what happened, but the best friend in him would wind up rocking back and forth in a corner if it was even hinted to. Unfortunately for him, the doctor side dominated in this situation; if both Kirk's and Spock's health was in question, then he would need to what was going on in full.
He took a deep breath and said, "Give me as much details as you can without being…well…"
"I catch your meaning," Kirk said. "Well, to illustrate some of my points, I'm, uh, I'm going to have to remove all my clothing except for my underwear."
McCoy's face paled save a small tint of pink along his cheeks. He cleared his throat and said, "Alright, well Chapel and I will return to my office until you're finished. When you're done have a seat on one of the medical beds and call for us if you would."
Kirk nodded and waited for McCoy to walk back into his office with Chapel. When the door closed, he carefully removed his shirt and pants and then walked over to the medical bed. He grabbed the sheet off of the bed and wrapped it around him so that the first thing they saw wasn't the marks on his body. Gently climbing onto the medical bed and swinging his legs over the side, he called out, "I'm all done!"
Both Chapel and McCoy walked out of the room and over to where Kirk sat on the medical beds. With an eyebrow arched on his forehead, McCoy crossed his arms and said, "Okay mister, start explaining."
Kirk took a deep breath and began his explanation. "Alright. Since we came back from Kalthoria, Spock has steadily become more irritable and emotional. One minute he's calm and collected; the next he's yelling, and the next he's crying. More noticeable on my part has been his, uh, increased sexual enthusiasm. I know you don't really wanna know about our sexual habits, but since we became more serious, we tend to have sex maybe two or three times a week. Obviously if we're in a high stress situation, we do it less than that, but that's about the average.
"Since we've been back, he's been initiating sex on a daily basis. It's not unusual for him to initiate, but it's a little more common on my end. He's usually not very open with any displays of affection either, but just today he pressed me against the wall in the hallway and began…uh…initiating things in front of everyone. I had to order him to stop, and when I did, he flung me over his shoulder and ran me to my room to continue."
Chapel stifled a laugh while McCoy closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.
Whenever he's initiated it lately, he's been…well…kinda violent. Not like beating me up or anything just…" He sighed. "I guess I should just show you…"
Unwrapping the sheet from around him, he revealed the marks that still lingered on his body from their last round of sex. Both McCoy and Chapel gasped at the sight of multiple hickies and scratch marks on Kirk's body.
"Holy…" McCoy said. "What the hell kind of sex are you two having?!?"
"Five hours worth," Kirk answered, chuckling at the surprised looks on both McCoy's and Chapel's face. "Trust me, this is far from the norm. Hickies are normal, but never in this abundance. He's usually discrete with their placement. As for the scratch marks, that's definitely a new addition. And no, five hours for sex is not normal for us either."
"Should I even ask about any internal damage?" McCoy asked.
"I'm sure you can imagine what five hours of sex can do to someone internally Bones. Needless to say I had Russell and Jake comparing me to John Wayne on my way here."
Chapel looked at McCoy with a confused expression on her face. "Who's John Wayne?"
McCoy tilted his head toward Chapel and replied, "He was a 20th century actor famous for his multiple roles as a cowboy."
"Aaah." She gave a knowing nod and said nothing more.
Returning his attention to Kirk, McCoy asked, "So if we're certain that Spock's condition is linked to the scratch he received on Kalthoria, how do we analyze him to determine a treatment if he refuses to be seen by me?"
"I don't know," Kirk sighed. "Any time I mention it he gets emotional. If he's getting worse, I don't think I can take the risk of mentioning it again. Considering his state of mind, I don't think sneaking up on him with a hypospray would work like it did with Gabriel either."
"You don't think that somehow the damage from the scratch Mr. Spock received is causing a relapse do you?" Chapel asked.
McCoy shook his head. "Hard to tell. It's imperative that we get him in here and examine him! If he gets any worse, he could put the entire crew in danger!"
Spock stirred in Kirk's bed, sleep slowly fading away from him. In his head, Gabriel's voice echoed: The bed feels cold. Unusually cold. Why does it feel so cold?
Spock tried to look around and take in his surroundings, but found it difficult. Our eyes are blurry, he heard his younger counterpart say. It is hard to see. We should rub our eyes. Taking young Spock's suggestion, he raised his hands to his eyes and gently rubbed the veil of sleep away. When he lowered his hands, he could see more clearly. There, that is better.
With clear eyes, he looked around the room and saw he was the only one there. The two personalities continued to converse in his head as he stared blankly at the empty space around him.
Wait a minute…where's Jim?
Unknown. Last we saw of him he had gone to the lavatory to cleanse himself after…
After Spock screwed his brains out?
A crude way of putting it, but yes. Given his state of fatigue, he should have been in the bed with us, but he was not when we awoke.
Where the hell could he have gone?
Logically, given Spock's current behavior and the marks he left on Jim's body, Jim must have gone to sick bay to be treated.
I'm sure McCoy is gonna looooove hearing all the gorey details of how Jim got those marks.
I assure you he will most likely be very displeased at the news. Jim knows something is wrong with Spock.
Anyone with eyes can tell that…
Spock rose from the bed and put his clothing back on. Fully clothed, he left Jim's room and made his way to sick bay. Gabriel attempted to communicate with Spock: Hey Spock, shouldn't you be going back to our room? You know, to clean up? You reek of sex…
No response from Spock. It was peculiar that Spock would deliberately remain silent when Gabriel tried to communicate with him. Actually, it was rather peculiar that Gabriel was able to talk with him outside of meditation at all. Since the three of them merged together, Spock made a point in communicating with his alternate personalities during meditation. It kept him in tune with the different aspects of his subconscious that he sometimes ignored and allowed him to balance himself. The fact that Gabriel was even able to talk to Spock outside of meditation was concerning to his younger self.
Wait, this is wrong, his younger self said, dropping the formality in his voice. We shouldn't be able to communicate with him right now. Something isn't right…perhaps it is good that we're going to sick bay. While we are there, we can have Doctor McCoy examine us.
Yeah, its looking like that scratch had more than just physical effects on his body…
Indeed. His body temperature is much higher than it should be and his emotional state is questionable at best. Oddly enough he hasn't meditated once since we returned to the Enterprise. I'm beginning to fear the worse…
Just as Spock reached the door for sick bay and made his way in, Gabriel added, Well, here's hoping he comes to his senses and allows McCoy to check him out…
Kirk, McCoy, and Chapel all faced the door when they heard it open. In a very rumbled uniform stood Spock. Strangely, he seemed rather vacant in appearance, as if he were in a trance of some sort. His eyes were fixed on Kirk and did not waver away from him.
"Spock?" McCoy said. "Hey, are you alright?"
McCoy walked over to Spock and reached out his hand. Without warning, Spock grabbed McCoy's hand and squeezed hard. The bones in McCoy's hand began to crack from the strength of Spock's grasp. His mouth open in a pained cry, he squeezed his eyes shut and began falling to his knees.
"Spock!" Kirk shouted. "What the hell are you doing?!? Let McCoy go!"
Obediently, Spock's grip loosened on McCoy's hand. McCoy dropped to the floor and held his injured hand close to his chest. Eyes still vacant, Spock moved toward the medical bed that Kirk sat on, picked him up, and threw him back over his shoulder again.
"Whoa! What the hell?!? Put me down! Let me go right now Spock!"
This time Spock didn't listen to Kirk. Instead he turned around and headed toward the door to leave. Chapel quickly put her data pad down and grabbed a hypospray filled with a heavy dose of anesthetic. She rushed over to Spock just as the door opened and jabbed him in the neck with it. Spock's eyes flew open briefly then fell closed. McCoy rushed over to grab Spock around the waist with his free arm before he could fall to the floor. Chapel helped Kirk get down from Spock's shoulder and then moved to help McCoy support the Vulcan's limp body.
"Help me get him on a medical table," McCoy said.
They dragged him over to the same table Kirk had just sat on and lifted him onto it. Kirk rushed over and helped lay him down on top of it.
"Nurse, place him in restraints. If he wakes up and becomes violent, I want him held down so he doesn't hurt anyone."
"Aye, Doctor," she said, speaking to him professionally. She pulled the straps from the sides of the medical table and secured the Vulcan to the bed. She then rushed to get the appropriate tools to treat McCoy's injured hand.
McCoy sighed and said, "Well, I did want him in the sick bay so I could examine him. Guess I should be careful what I wish for…"