Chapter Seven
"Wake up, Doctor." Spock opened his eyes, repressing any hope of seeing Dr. McCoy's sleeping face. All he could see was the floor of his cell, dimly lit by ancient lights. A week ago, his idea of paradise had been finding a way back to the Enterprise.
Now, his idea of happiness was waking up and watching Leonard sleep. He wanted to enjoy the sounds of the land settling down to rest during the short night. He wondered-
Spock raised his head. He wondered why the lights had gone out. Struggling to stand, he braced himself against the wall and listened for guards. None came.
His acute hearing caught a tapping on one side of the cell. He stepped back and pressed himself into a corner. A moment passed and the wall buckled inward, their movement encouraged by an energy discharge. As the stones settled and the dust cleared away, Spock felt as if a string inside of him was being plucked at its perfect pitch. Leonard was here.
"T'hy'la," he gasped, dropping the walls he had been using to keep Leonard's mind safe. He rushed forward mentally to brush against his mate's mind, to snuggle safely within a haven of emotion and gruffness.
McCoy blocked the bond with one swift move. Spock staggered forward, weak in every sense of the word. Blinking in the bright sunlight, he felt a hand grab his arm and half-push and half-drag him into the forest.
Once they were safely sheltered by the trees from enemy fire, Spock felt it was appropriate to faint.
He was aware of a hearty curse from McCoy before the world swam away from him.
SMSMSM
He awoke to the sting of a cold rag across his forehead and struggled to sit up. A surprisingly strong arm held him down. Spock glanced up into violet eyes hovering over him.
"Leonard," he gasped like a drowning man.
"Leonard is not here. I am Theylor and you need rest." The alien moved to inject a sedative into Spock's arm, but he resisted.
"I must see him. I must see my t'hy'la." Spock's mind floundered. Lack of contact with a bond could shatter emotional control and Spock's was in tatters.
Theylor sighed. "I suppose you are healed enough to move, though I don't advise any intense physical activity."
Spock stood and followed the ghost of the bond outside.
He found Leonard McCoy leaning against a tree, arms folded across his chest, the very picture of tension.
Spock did his best to compose himself and approached.
"Doctor," he said formally, though inside he was aching to fall against the smaller man and beg to be comforted.
"You're a damned fool, Spock," McCoy said, his voice sharp with resentment. Somehow, the human had found it within his mental capacity to dampen his end of the bond, leaving Spock's own mind uncomfortably quiet.
"Leonard." His voice was anguished.
McCoy pushed off the tree and walked towards Spock. "You were stupid, Spock. You were illogical," he jabbed his finger into Spock's chest and Spock began to detect the faint stirring of anger behind McCoy's emotional shroud.
"You let yourself get captured for what? There was nothing to be gained-"
"There was everything to be gained! I had to protect you. If you were captured..." Spock's voice was rising quickly and even McCoy couldn't deny the edge of frenzy in it.
"If I were captured? Spock, you made me run away from you. Do you have any idea how much you hurt me by doing that? Had you died, I would have no reason to get out of here. So don't you dare call me t'hy'la, Spock. A true t'hy'la would not have asked me to make that kind of sacrifice."
Spock moved forward, his hand outstretched, to brush his fingers along McCoy's jaw, but he stepped back, blue eyes cold.
"Leonard...forgive me."
Spock's only answer was a snort from McCoy as he turned and disappeared into the darkness.
SMSMSM
The bed in which Spock lay as far too overstuffed for his tastes. He tossed and turned to no avail in an attempt to get comfortable. He had meditated for three hours to get the coldness of McCoy's blue eyes out of his mind, but still sleep eluded him.
Perhaps McCoy was correct. Had his actions been rash? Had he been foolish?
No! He trusted his ability to repress pain and endure torture. If McCoy had been tortured, Spock doubted that he would have been able to withstand such-
Oh, who was he kidding? McCoy was strong; he had proven that on a number of occasions. The only reason Spock allowed himself to be captured was to sustain some strange hope that McCoy could make it safely off the planet without him.
The sound of McCoy's voice bidding the siblings good night was enough to ensure that Spock would not be able to get any sleep. He listened intently to McCoy's footsteps as he made his way up the stairs.
They paused outside of Spock's closed door and Spock felt his heart leap in anticipation. But McCoy headed to his own room and Spock turned on his side, trying to keep his bitter disappointment from showing itself to his empty bedside.
An hour passed and Spock's eyes opened, ending his light doze. Slowly, he turned his head towards the window.
Leonard McCoy was framed in profile by the large, golden moon. His gaze was directed at the sky and his face seemed a mask of pain. His arms were wrapped tightly around his body as if to stave off the cold.
Spock slipped out of his bed and moved on silent feet towards the smaller man until he stood behind McCoy.
McCoy shivered slightly as he felt Spock's hot breath on the back of his neck. He tore his gaze away from the stars with difficulty.
"Spock?"
"Yes?"
"Why hasn't Jim come for us?"
Spock was silent.
"It's been almost two months. Two miserable months here. Why hasn't Jim rescued us? Why aren't we back at our posts?" McCoy's voice held no anger. This disturbed Spock. What circumstances could be so terrible as to wring the passion and the fire from this man, leaving only a disparaged, broken shell of a person?
"I cannot say, Doctor. It does seem odd that Jim has not found a way to rescue us. But...have the last two months really been entirely miserable?"
McCoy didn't reply and Spock could have hit himself for asking.
McCoy turned to face him and Spock was struck by the desolation that clouded his normally piercing blue eyes.
"Entirely miserable?" He echoed, slowly framing the words as if confused.
Spock had only a moment to observe a flash across the blue eyes before he was simultaneously caught by the feel of McCoy's lips crushing his own and by the flood of McCoy's thoughts and emotions as they rushed over him.
Fear. Anger. Disappointment. Sadness.
Need. Ah, what need Spock felt from McCoy. He could practically taste it.
A rough arm thrown behind his head brought Spock's attention back to the present moment.
The kiss was awkward and wet and their teeth hit several times before Spock turned his head to ease the strain on his neck. Unsure of where to place his hands, he settled for slipping them down McCoy's back. He was surprised to hear a purr of pleasure emanate from McCoy's throat.
Desperately, the human pulled Spock to him, pressing their bodies together without breaking the kiss. McCoy pulled back for breath and dragged his lips over Spock's heated neck, causing the Vulcan to gasp at the sensation he wrought.
They broke apart, leaving Spock panting. McCoy circled him slowly, trailing his hand over the cloth covering Spock's back. Spock bit back a moan, fervently wishing the cloth wasn't there.
McCoy drew close to him again and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Spock moved to protest until he covered Spock's body with his own. Their lips met again and Spock opened his mouth to admit Leonard's searching tongue. He moved his hand to the back of Leonard's head, enjoying the feel of his hair tickling his palm.
Leonard slipped his hand under Spock's shirt, pushing the material up until it was bunched under his arms. He ran his lips down Spock's chest, pausing to nip and suck at the tender skin of his stomach before reaching for Spock's straining erection. The mere brush of his fingers was enough to bring Spock's hips off of the bed.
"T'hy'la!" Spock said, reaching his hands up for the alien's equivalent of a headboard.
"Shh, Spock," McCoy said as he pushed the pants down to Spock's knees. A brief flash of eye contact sent a chill up both their spines as McCoy bent and licked the head of Spock's erection.
A gasp and McCoy continued licking until Spock was reduced to a shivering mass of sensation and need. Finally he pulled back and replaced his tongue with the tip of one finger. Their equally dark eyes, McCoy's stained with desire and Spock's shadowed by genetics, met as McCoy used the digit to circle the leaking, dark green head.
He wrapped nimble fingers around the pulsating shaft and slowly moved it up and down while he continued tracing with the tip of his finger.
Spock was in ecstacy and his emotional barriers were still weak enough from their separation that he could fully show the doctor how much he appreciated his efforts. Each touch brought a new syllable, a new gasp to his lips, but only one word seemed appropriate.
"Leonard. Leonard. Leonard." It started softly and increased in unison with Leonard's motions.
McCoy pressed his entire finger flat over the head and increased the speed of his circles. This motion earned him a quickly-suppressed shout of his name and he smiled slightly.
Slightly tightening his grip, McCoy began to pump Spock. This combined with the feeling of his rough palm over the head was enough to push Spock over the edge and with a long groan, his body tensed up and he came.
Spock lay still for a moment, shaking at the aftershocks of his climax dispersed throughout his body. He was vaguely aware of Leonard getting off the bed.
"Where are you going?" He managed, his trembling voice a poor attempt at seduction.
"I'm going to bed. Good night."
Spock watched him leave, heard the door click shut, but didn't quite believe him until the felt the damper going down on McCoy's end of the bond. Carefully, Spock cleaned and re-clothed himself, curling into the sheets and waiting for sleep to take him.
What they had done could be considered a human form of redemption and forgive him. Still, he wasn't sure why he almost felt worse now that he did when Leonard had been angry with him.
Author's notes: Oh my! That's my first graphic scene, so I'd appreciate your feedback. Once I stop blushing, I'll get to work on chapter 8. Hope everyone enjoyed that! As always, reviews are appreciated.