Okay, so, quick question: Do you guys want McSpirk to get together BEFORE or AFTER they tell each other about their pasts?
You guys are going to get a glimpse into both Spock and Bones past now, but Jim is still completely unaware, so, would you like Tragic BackstoryTM before or after they get together?
Also, if before, do you want Jim to know that Spones are together or not when they tell each other?
Rachel :)
PS. I've never written such a... heated scene before, so what do you guys think?
Chapter 27
"I'll take that as a yes" Jim said, turning back to face the quick-breathing wide-eyed dry-mouthed pair standing behind him, "Now so, about that picnic?"
They could barely stop themselves from jumping on him there and then.
Swallowing thickly, Bones shook his head to clear some rather... suggestive thoughts about the bright-eyed blonde in front of him.
"How about... How about you change first?" He suggested, feeling how tensely coiled Spock was behind him, "Your shirts kind of..."
"Bloody?" He finished, smirking, "Alright. I need to wash my hands too, anyway, so... Meet you back here in ten?"
Ten.
Ten minutes.
That's all the time we need.
McCoy forced a tight smile, "Sure, kid, we'll see you then".
He had barely turned the corner before the pair were racing off to their own room.
Bones gasped as Spock slammed him against their bedroom door, teeth immediately snapping at his neck, sharp and painful, before quickly being replaced by soft lips lapping at the wound.
He couldn't help but moan at the feeling, and dragged the Vulcan back by his hair to see him more clearly.
Spock's eyes were black.
Grinning, the doctor pulled him forwards into a messy kiss, teeth clashing, tongues biting, breathing ragged.
"Did you see him?" Bones asked, pulling back for air, "Did you see how fucking amazing he was?!"
"Leonard-" Spock warned, small waves of energy crashing around them.
Fuck, he loved making him lose control.
"Did you see how he completely destroyed Mitchell?" He continued, kissing his way down the Vulcan's jaw, "How he burned him to the ground? With so little effort?!"
He heard a low rumble come from Spock's throat, and he grinned even as his hands roamed dangerously lower, "You're purring again".
"I know" He voice was hoarse, his pupils blown wide.
McCoy intertwined his fingers with the Vulcan's own, and felt the man's breathing hitch in response.
"You only do that with people you like. With people you really like".
"I know" He repeated.
The doctor grinned, "I thought you said I'd never have to be jealous".
Spock lowered his forehead to his boyfriend's shoulder, trying to get his heartrate under control, "It's highly illogical to be jealous over someone you like just as much".
Bones smirked as he licked a strip up the pale column of neck the action revealed, relishing in the soft whine he got in response, the Vulcan's hands tightening around his.
"You know what, darlin'? I think you might just be onto something there".
"Leonard-"
*BANG BANG BANG*
They both froze, before suddenly jumping apart as if burned.
There came another knock on the door, and they stared at it for a full 30 seconds before leaping into action, Spock straightening his hair while McCoy fixed his shirt to cover up the love bites on his neck.
Clearing his throats, the Vulcan carefully reached out and opened up the door.
Christopher Pike studied the two men in front of him, both strangely guilty-looking.
Once he caught the doctor's blush and the Vulcan's wide eyes, however, it wasn't too hard to figure out why.
It never ceased to amaze him just how perfect the unique pair were for each other.
They were his two most damaged recruits, after all...
"Captain! Code Red on flight deck 013!"
Pike swore, quickly standing up and grabbing a phaser, "Status report!"
"A security team are already at the scene, sir, but the alien has already rendered four unconscious".
"The alien?!"
"Yes sir, Vulcan".
A violent Vulcan?!
That was the last thing he needed.
He had only just left the planet mere hours ago, and had flown straight into a Klingon attack.
Even now, their ship was heavily damaged and the fight had only just started.
This was the last thing he needed, indeed.
"Yeoman, take the helm".
"Aye, sir!"
Running through the hallways of his beloved Starship, he arrived at the flight deck in a manner of minutes, but already more damage had been caused.
And at the centre of it all, sat a Vulcan, curled up into himself, shaking.
Pike stared at the six unconscious guards surrounded him, and at the dozen others lined up around them, phasers on stun and pointed straight at the strange alien.
"Commander?" He asked, and the woman swallowed, "... He's a mutant, captain".
He felt his eyes widen, and quickly turned back to Vulcan on the floor, taking a step forwards.
Immediately, he felt waves of energy lash out at him, but he quickly built up shields around him in response, slowly lowering his phaser to the ground before walking even closer.
Cautiously, he crouched down next the- no, not a man, he realised, but a boy.
The boy with mutant powers.
The boy with pointed ears and a green tinge.
A mutant Vulcan.
That shouldn't be possible.
Pike carefully reached out to the boy, knowing how much Vulcan's detested physical contact, but to his surprise, the boy looked up.
Teary brown eyes latched onto his own for only a split second, before suddenly, he had a lap-full of sobbing Vulcan in his arms.
He must be terrified.
Sighing, he only pulled the mutant closer, remembering how scared he was when his powers manifested, and slowly stood up, still holding the small body in his arms.
Turning back to face the confused guards, he uttered a single command.
"Stand down".
They hesitated, "... Sir?"
"Stand down!" He snapped, before immediately softening as the Vulcan tensed up in his arms, "... He's just a boy".
Perhaps it was about time he reconsidered that academy of his...
Pike shivered in the cool night air, and glanced around at Atlanta's main hospital.
Georgia was a lot bigger than he had expected.
Finally catching sight of the brunette, he slowly walked closer, staring at the blood-stained coat and how the teenager's hands shook, even as he lifted a cigarette to his mouth, his eyes distant and haunted.
"... Doctor McCoy?"
The man blinked and turned to him, "... Who's asking?"
"Christopher Pike, Head of the Starfleet Academy for Mutants".
He snorted and turned back to his smoke, "What, you 'ere to revoke my power or somethin'? Then please, go ahead, take it! It's not like I care..."
He frowned, confused, "You don't... care about your power?"
"Why should I? It only works 'alf the time".
Pike stared at him, "... You can heal things. People. You can practically bring them back from the dead. You're only 18 years old, the youngest doctor in two centuries, and you don't care?!"
McCoy took a long drag and blew out the smoke, "Not when someone dies on the operating table I don't".
Oh.
That explained the blood, then.
Pike swallowed, "... You and I both know that there's limits to what your power can do-"
"She was bleeding!" He snapped, "A mugging gone wrong, someone tried to slit her neck, and they managed to cut an artery".
"... And you and I also know that a sliced artery is near impossible to fix-"
"Is it?!" He snarled, flinging the cigarette on the ground, stamping on it, and marching towards him, "Is it really, Pike? Impossible to fix? Are you really guaranteed to die from it?"
He tore off the blood-soaked coat and yanked up his sleeves, baring his arms to the man.
Baring the multitude of horizontal lines that crisscrossed each wrist.
McCoy glared at him furiously, "Than why the fuck aren't I dead yet?!"
Blinking, Pike stared at the two men in front of him, his gaze automatically lowering to the doctor's arms, bared as they crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes lingered on the three-year-old scars that resided there.
It also didn't escape his notice how Spock's hand lay protectively on McCoy's shoulder.
He couldn't help but smile at the couple, despite his less-than-joyful reason for being there, and gestured down the hallway next to him, "Please. Walk with me".