Ch 16: Cannot Be Unseen

Luck continued to stay on Kirk's side the entire trip to New Vulcan. After taking yet another shower to cleanse his body of its nasty stickiness, he was allowed to sleep in peace without being disturbed by the overly horny Vulcan. Well, it was a little jarring to have to sleep through Spock's surprisingly loud snoring, but as exhausted as Kirk was, the snoring didn't distract him from sleeping for long. When Uhura's voice crackled on the intercom again, he groaned and put a pillow over his head before realizing that she was announcing that they had arrived at New Vulcan.

Half-reluctantly, he crawled out of bed and put on a fresh uniform. Spock remained passed out on the bed, snoring as if he nothing had changed. Kirk shook his head and gave the troublesome Vulcan a half-smile. He was half afraid that he'd be tackled and dragged back into the bedroom if he left, but at this point it didn't matter. He'd go straight to the transporter room with McCoy and beam down in front of Prime's residence.

However, when he moved to leave, he hesitated. Should he really leave Spock alone in the room? What if he woke up while he was gone and began wrecking havoc once he found that Kirk wasn't on the ship? Kirk sighed and thumbed the intercom. Will a security team please report to the captain's quarters? Repeat, will a security team please report to the captain's quarters?

While he waited for security to arrive, he dressed Spock in the uniform he had peeled off and tossed aside hours ago. Minutes later a couple of security officers knocked on Kirk's door. The taller of the security officers said, "We've come to your quarters as per your request sir. What seems to be the problem?"

"Gentlemen, I need you to carry Spock to sick bay please for me please," he said, hooking his thumb towards the snoring Vulcan.

The two security guards gave Kirk a skeptical look. "Uh, sir?" the shorter officer said. "I don't see what you need us to do that for…he looks completely harmless."

"Trust me," Kirk said, "I need you both to help me take him to sick bay. Don't let his appearance fool you; he's been emotionally compromised and needs to be escorted for my safety. If you don't believe me, take a look at McCoy's hand when we get there and ask him what happened."

Shrugging, the two officers gave a unison, "Yes sir," and moved past Kirk to pick the sleeping Vulcan up. They then followed their captain out of the room and to the sick bay. When they arrived, a surprised McCoy looked at them.

"What are you bringing him here for?" McCoy asked. "We gotta get down to the surface…"

"…and given his recent behavior, how do you suppose he'd react if when he woke without me next to him?" Kirk asked. "The only reason there hasn't been another incident is because I stayed by his side the entire time he slept. I don't exactly like carrying him around like a little girl with a giant rag doll, but I can't exactly leave him here to raise hell because I'm gone either. Just give him another sedative and we'll cart him down to the surface with us."

Huffing, McCoy retrieved another hypospray filled with potent anesthetic and injected it into Spock's neck. His already limp body became limper in the security guards' arms. Kirk nodded his approval. "Thank you Bones. How's the antidote coming?"

McCoy shook his head. "I've been going around in circles for the last couple hours," he growled. "I started making progress, but I've hit a dead end. This compound is just too complex for me to develop an antidote on my own. Can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll be glad to have Spock Prime's help on this."

Kirk slapped McCoy on the back and grinned. "Don't worry Bones; I won't hold that against you."

Prime waited patiently at the designated beam down location as Kirk, McCoy, and Spock, who was supported by two security guards beamed down before him. When they had fully rematerialized, he raised his hand in the traditional Vulcan salute.

"Welcome to New Vulcan gentlemen," he said before approaching them. He held Spock's feverish face his hands and looked at him. Closing his eyes, he shook his head. "If you had waited another day to contact me, he would've been dead before you brought him here. He truly has very little time left. We must be swift. Follow me."

The four men followed Prime as he led him into a medical facility not far from where they beamed in. It had the same cold atmosphere as Starfleet medical facilities did with its sterile environment. The room Prime led them into was a vast one with a plethora of medical equipment. The security guards placed Spock carefully onto a medical table while McCoy shared his progress with the antidote's development with Prime.

Prime nodded at what McCoy showed him. "Yes, it seems as though you are indeed on the right track and I can see how your progress became hindered. In all honesty, you are 85 percent of the way done with this antidote's completion. I commend you on making as much progress as you have considering the foreign nature of the compound.

"With as much work as you have accomplished on your own, completing the antidote will take no more than an hour, if that long. I would like to say I greatly appreciate and commend you for what you have done. With this much of the antidote already developed, you have ensured that Spock will indeed survive his first pon farr."

McCoy straightened his posture and gave a smug grin. Something about being praised by Spock, even if it wasn't the same Spock he knew, was immensely satisfying and boosted his ego. "Well," he beamed. "If our version of Spock complimented me like that, I'd probably like him a little more!"

"I apologize if I seem unusually complimentary," Prime said. "Spock's survival is of the utmost importance, and in my old age, I seem to be becoming, as you humans say, 'senile'. I can assure you that in a different time and scenario, I would not praise you so openly."

The grin on McCoy's face quickly melted into a frown. Crossing his arms angrily, he said, "Shoulda known it was too good to be true…"

Chuckling, Prime turned to McCoy and Kirk and said, "I will finish the antidote and administer it into Spock when I am finished. The security guards are free to go; they will not be needed any longer. As for you and McCoy, you can take a moment to explore the colony while I work. I am sure you would not want to simply watch as I work."

Kirk nodded at the security guards, who left the room to return to the beam down location. He looked at Prime and asked, "Is there a chance that this antidote won't work?"

"Nothing is ever 100 percent certain to succeed or to fail Jim," Prime said. "That being said, my calculations are that this antidote has a 98.1 percent chance of success. You can rest assured that Spock will be in a much better state of mind when you return from your walk."

"Come on Jim," McCoy said, putting an arm around his best friend's shoulders. "Let's let Spock Prime work. The longer we distract him, the less time Spock has."

They left the room and walked out into the warm air of the colony. All around them Vulcans walked to and fro various places. Some were walking home from work and some were walking from home to work. In some cases Vulcans stood on either side of the street and conversed.

"They really aren't all that different from us, are they Bones?" Kirk asked.

"Well, medically speaking there's a great deal of differences," McCoy explained. "If you tried treating a Vulcan as if they were a human, you'd probably wind up killing them. As far as philosophies, behaviors, and beliefs go, there's a considerable amount more in common than they'd like us to believe."

"Looking at them on the own planet reminds me so much of some of Earth's cities. I almost feel like there should be bus stops and parking lots."

McCoy laughed. "Now you're just projecting your own feelings on their society."

"I'm serious Bones! I know they like to play like we're the inferior species and all, but beneath their haughty attitudes and layers of logical thinking, they're basically just like humans. They have the exact same feelings that we do, they just don't want history to repeat itself. Inevitably, half of their culture is based off of fear of themselves."

As they spoke, a young Vulcan child bumped into Kirk and fell backwards into the dirt. The book that they were caring dropped into the dust. Instinctively, Kirk reached down to pick her up, but since she had already picked herself off the ground, he grabbed her book and cleaned it off. Her face burned a bright green in embarrassment at her lack of attention to where she was going. Kirk carefully helped dust off the reddish brown dirt from the shoulders of her uniform and asked, "Are you okay? You took quite a spill there."

"I am uninjured," she said in a small voice.

Kirk flashed a bright smile at her and said, "Good, I'm glad to hear that." He looked closely at the girl and saw that she was probably around 6 years old. Her hair was tightly braided and dangled down her back past her waist. Her cheeks were round and chubby, her eyes the same dark brown as Spock's. When she saw Kirk's trademark smile, the corners of her mouth twitched upward before she could cach herself. It was obvious that she had not quite learned how to control her emotions yet, but Kirk found that to be a good thing, even if her elders did not.

"You have my thanks for your assistance," she said in a whisper thought voice. She took the book from Kirk and noticed that the nearest Vulcans were staring at her, as if they were judging her reaction to the human's kindness. Quickly, she steeled her facial expression and clasped the book closely to her. Ducking her head so as not to be tempted by his charisma, he said, "I need to go; I must get to class at the Academy before I am tardy..." and then hurried off.

Kirk stood and watched her scurry off, careful not to fall again, but hurrying to make it to her class in time. McCoy saw the forlorn look on his face and quirked an eyebrow. "Hey Jim, have you ever considered having children?"

Still looking at the fleeting girl, Jim nodded. "Not before things got serious with Spock, but after that, yeah. I'm actually really surprised at how much I've thought about it." He shifted his attention from the girl and looked at McCoy. "Bones, do you think I would make a good father?"

McCoy nodded and smiled. "Yes Jim, I think you would."

The two continued on their walk until what they felt was an hour had passed. They made their way back to the medical facility and walked back into the room where the two Spocks were. The older Spock looked at McCoy and Kirk and in a cheery voice, said, "Ah, welcome back! I was wondering when you two would return!"

"Did you finish the antidote?" Kirk asked.

Prime nodded and motioned to the screen that displayed two comparative images of a scan of Spock's circulatory system. The image on the left showed the compound coursing through Spock's veins while the one on the right showed it clear of the compound. "I surprised myself and managed to finish the antidote only twenty minutes after you two left. I have already administered the antidote into Spock's body and you as you can see in the more recent scan, the compound has been eradicated from his system. He has not come to yet, so I am uncertain if the removal of the compound in his blood will break his plak tow or not."

Spock stirred on the medical table, drawing the three men's attention to him. Kirk was the first to rush to his side, followed by Prime and McCoy. He grasped on to Spock's hand and said softly, "Spock, are you back with us?"

The young Vulcan's eyes fluttered open and squinted against the bright light. Through the fog, he managed to see Kirk's face. He reached out with his free hand and stroked Kirk's face. Kirk smiled and leaned against Spock's hand, which was still as fiery as before. Spock sat up and looked deep into Kirk's eyes, some semblance of recognition shimmering in his eyes.

"Jim…" he whispered. Though Kirk had heard Spock say his name countless times, something about the way he said it this time made him feel tingly. It seemed like the antidote really had worked and brought Spock back to his senses.

Or at least he thought so before Spock climbed off of the medical table, lifted Kirk over his shoulder yet again, and carted him off. As he was carried out of the room, McCoy sighed and said, "Well, at least he seems less violent and more responsive now!"

Kirk's face burned from the looks that he received from the Vulcans he and Spock passed by as he was being carried off to who-knows-where. He found himself wishing that Spock had some of the urgency in his stride that he displayed on the Enterprise so that they could at least spend less time in the public eye. How would this be explained? What on Earth could they come up with to explain why Spock was carrying the intrepid Captain James T. Kirk over his shoulder on New Vulcan? He prayed that Spock Prime was as clever as he was brilliant so that if anyone asked he could come up with something believable…

After what seemed like an eternity, they reached a Vulcan residence. Spock easily opened the door and walked inside with his captain. Kirk would have wondered why the door wasn't locked, but then it occurred to him that Vulcans would have no need to lock their doors, as theft was not a worry among the Vulcan race.

To Spock's surprise, when he placed Kirk gently down on the floor and closed the door, Kirk pressed him against the door and gave him a mischievous smile. Before Spock could protest, Kirk pressed his cool lips against Spock's sizzling mouth. Fire and ice met in a seductive dance as Kirk's hand snuck between Spock's legs. As he expected, Spock was rock hard despite all the sex they had prior to their arrival. His hips lifted from the door to press Kirk's hand harder against him. Kirk fumbled with the zipper to the front of his pants and shoved his hand down the front of Spock's underwear. Wrapping his hand around his target he pumped twice, relishing the throaty moan that rumbled against his lips.

Kirk released his grip on Spock's erection and pulled his lips away from Spock's mouth, which followed after the retreating coolness. Spock looked at Kirk through half-lidded lust filled eyes and gasped, "What are you going to do with me?"

The mischievous smile returned to Kirk's lips as he answered, "I'm going to you a taste of your own medicine…"

Kirk lifted Spock off of his feet and carried him further into the living room. He threw the aroused Vulcan into the closest chair and leaned back in for another kiss. Spock's hands slid up his shirt, leaving a scorching trail of caresses as he began pulling it up off of Kirk. Kirk returned the favor and used his icy hands to remove Spock's shirt. They continued in this fashion until both of the men were naked.

"Would it not be appropriate to move this into a bedroom instead of doing this out in the open?" Spock asked, his logic still present despite his arousal.

"I think we'll be fine," Kirk reassured him. "Prime knows what's going on, so I don't think he'll just waltz in unannounced."

Kirk bent down over the pulsating dark green appendage and with perfect skill slid it into his mouth and down his throat. Gritting his teeth, Spock growled at the deliciously cold slickness of Kirk's mouth. Kirk moved his mouth up and down around Spock's cock and then pulled his mouth away. Spock gave a pleading groan and thrust his hips upward to no avail.

The blond haired man placed a finger in his mouth and pressed it against Spock's rectum. Spock moaned surprisingly loud when Kirk's slick finger gently made its way inside of him. Kirk smirked and quirked an eyebrow at Spock, "I never figured you for a moaner…"

Shooting him an unconvincingly annoyed glare, Spock said, "Less of your confounded teasing, more of your finger inside of me."

Laughing, Kirk complied and slid the finger further in and stretched the muscles inside carefully. Spock continued to moan, occasionally crying out whenever Kirk hit his prostate. Pulling his finger out and using his mouth to lube up the other three fingers, Kirk returned to Spock's rectum and reinserted one finger, then added another, and then added the last one. It didn't take long for Spock to loosen up around his fingers. Judging by the way he slammed himself into Kirk's fingers, he was enjoying himself thoroughly.

Kirk decided to reward Spock for being so cooperative and returned his mouth to Spock's cock, eliciting a very loud cry from Spock's lips. Anyone listening to them would think that Spock was being tortured judging by his cries when quite the contrary was happening.

Somehow Spock was able to think coherently enough to shout, "Jim! I am coming!" before releasing himself into Kirk's mouth. He thrust hard into Kirk's mouth a few times before falling back against the chair, struggling to catch his breath.

Kirk removed his fingers from Spock's rectum and his mouth from his still twitching penis. He swallowed and gave a small smile as he waited for Spock's eyes to reopen and look at him. When he caught his breath, he said, "Is that what you meant by giving me a taste of my own medicine?"

"Oh no, we're only beginning…" Kirk laughed as he stood up, revealing his own throbbing erection. He didn't even need to give Spock the demand to give it the attention he desired. The seemingly exhausted Vulcan revived quickly and enthusiastically took Kirk fully into his mouth. Kirk's eyes rolled to the back of his head as the searing warmth of Spock's mouth enveloped his cock. He bit his lip to keep himself from being brought too close to orgasm so soon after having Spock begin to suck him off, but feeling Spock's hot hand on his balls was too much. He was barely able to warn Spock before shooting off in his mouth.

Removing his mouth from Kirk's still hard cock, Spock swallowed Kirk's load and licked his lips sexily. Kirk found himself quickly loving sex all over again as he watched Spock spread his legs and said, "I want you in me. Now."

Surprised at Spock's bluntness, Kirk chuckled and guided the head of his slick penis toward Spock's rectum. Since it was Spock's first time, he wanted to be gentle, but the moment his head pressed against Spock, Spock brought his hips down and forced Kirk in all the way to the hilt. Kirk cried out at the tightness that he wasn't allowed to prepare for due to Spock's over eagerness. For a moment he feared he would pass out, but he managed to hold on to his consciousness if for no other reason than to continue feeling the delicious sensation of warm flesh around him. It had been far, far too long since he was last able to enjoy it and he wasn't about to miss the opportunity to enjoy it again.

He put his hands on Spock's hips and slowly began thrusting in and out of him; just because his entrance had been rushed didn't mean the entire thing needed to be. Before long though, Spock began begging for him to speed up. Spock's hands gripped on so tightly to the chair's arms that his knuckles were snow white. He pushed himself up to change the angle of Kirk's thrusts so that they hit his prostate better and wrapped his long slender legs around Kirk's waist. Kirk moved one of his hands to Spock's penis and began pumping it in time with his thrusts. At their current speed, it seemed like it wouldn't take long for both of them to climax together…

Sarek walked from the Vulcan High Council's building after sitting through his tenth engagement ceremony. T'Pau seemed to be upping her efforts to get as many of the Vulcans who were still not bound by the life bond to become engaged as possible. It seemed as though they were reaching the end of their extensive list, which served as a small relief to him. The moment he finished his business with Starfleet he was forced to report back to New Vulcan to act as another witness to the ceremonies. He found no real necessity to his presence, but perhaps it was T'Pau's way of keeping a short leash on him.

The one bright spot in his day was hearing that Spock had come to visit. It seemed peculiar that he would pay a visit in the middle of his exploration mission, but it pleased him that he would have the chance to see him. It was normal for them to go great lengths of time without contacting one another and he had just seen Spock two weeks ago, but his paternal instinct made him anxious to see him again.

He decided the best thing to do before looking for his son would be to visit Spock Prime for a brief moment. It was likely that he hadn't heard of Spock's visit since today was his day to rest, so he decided to stop by his home to inform him. If Spock were not busy on an errand, perhaps they could all take a moment to sit together and discuss the Vulcan race's current progress.

When he reached Prime's home, he let himself in, as the elderly Vulcan had given him express permission to come and go as he pleased if he wished to visit. He had expected to find Prime sitting in a chair reading a book in the living room as he always was, but what he saw was quite different…

The very son he had looked forward to seeing was completely naked with the captain of the Enterprise. They were both covered in sweat and moaning loudly, Spock the louder of the two. His hands clutched tightly on to the arms of the chair closest to the door as he supported the top half of his body, his lower half being supported by the thrusting Captain Kirk. One of Kirk's hands held on to Spock's waist, the other on to his dark green cock.

It was not typical for Vulcans to openly show emotion, but given the situation, Sarek found it hard not to stare in mute appall with his mouth hanging open. The two were so engrossed in their intimate activity that they hadn't heard or seen Sarek enter. Fortunately Sarek didn't have to watch his son's fornication with the human captain for long; unfortunately this wasn't because they discovered him and halted their actions, but because both Kirk and Spock had climaxed together. The sound of his son screaming Kirk's name, the sight of his bodily fluids shooting out onto his stomach, and the sight of their faces contorted in mutual ecstasy were things that Sarek wouldn't be able to forget even if his brain were incinerated inside of his skull.

The two crumpled together in exhaustion, their energy spent. Kirk managed to open his eyes and caught the sight of Sarek standing with crossed arms and an enraged look on his face. His eyes grew to an unnatural size as his formerly red flushed skin became completely devoid of color.

Spock spotted the look on Kirk's face and said, "Jim? What's wrong?" Not trusting his mouth, Kirk simply lifted his clean hand and pointed to the furious Vulcan behind them. Spock lifted himself out of the chair and felt his heart stop. Like Kirk, he lost the dark green flush of his skin as all the blood seemed to drain from his body. Standing behind him was probably the last person he could think of to walk in on him being on the receiving end of a sexual encounter with his captain.

"F-father?!?"

Sarek's gaze could have caused Spock and Kirk to both spontaneously combust on sight if he were capable of such a thing. He clenched his jaw and spun on his heel, leaving Prime's house as quickly as he had entered. Still mortified by Sarek's presence, Kirk managed to say the words that aptly summed up both his and Spock's feelings.

"Oh. Fuck."