Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-pas-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!news-out.visi.com!transit-1.news.visi.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "lyrastarwatcher" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS: 0414 (S/Mc,PWP)[NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Lines: 370 Date: Mon, 06 Dec 2004 05:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1102312502 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 06 Dec 2004 00:55:02 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 06 Dec 2004 00:55:02 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85947 X-Received-Date: Sun, 05 Dec 2004 21:55:13 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: 0414 Author: Lyrastar Series: TOS Codes: S/Mc, PWP Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Paramount=85not me=85no money=85etc. Summary: Pon farr told via yet another drabble series--this time=20 0414 I wake to a room that is--for once--comfortable and to Spock's side=20 of the bunk which is much too cool for comfort. He needs less sleep=20 than I do and believes it is illogical to waste time abed. I've=20 finally gotten him to admit that falling asleep together is, if not=20 logical, at least "quite agreeable." I've still gotta work on the=20 waking up together part. Since he typically wakes to me anyway, this=20 might take some work. The sheets are a mess. That's not like him. I straighten the bed.=20 I might as well use the john.=20 **** This should not be happening. Not so fast; not so soon. I should have=20 more time--we should have more time to prepare. The nausea is=20 disturbing, but the sear in my skin is worse. Clothing hurts; I=20 remove it. My skin wants to be bared. My skin wants to be touched. I=20 try the shower, but the ache doesn't ease. I bend to retch, but=20 nothing comes. I shiver; I burn. I curl up on the floor. This is=20 madness. It must not continue. I must regain some measure of control.=20 I hear a voice and turn my head.=20 **** I have seen him like this only once before, but the diagnosis is=20 painfully clear: the ragged breath, the tremulous muscles, the=20 fevered flush to his skin. If that weren't enough, the evidence below=20 is incontrovertible. It is engorged to twice its normal erect size=20 and gleams a sticky bronze. His fingers cannot surround or contain=20 it, no matter how fervidly they try. His palm beats faster when I=20 near. When he turns, his eyes are fire, aimed not at me but somewhere deep=20 inside. He drops his hand. "Oh," is what I say. Oh shit, is what I mean. **** McCoy's eyes were still on the penis. "How long?" Spock blinked and made a visible effort to refocus. "Pardon?"=20 "When did this start?" "I awoke to it just now. I know no more than you." McCoy grabbed his scanner. "You're a fast worker; it's full blown." Spock grimaced. "Your device was not needed to ascertain that." McCoy turned off the sonics and held out his hand. "A cold shower=20 won't get you out of this one. Come back to bed." "No." McCoy took a deep breath. Trust Spock to piss him off when he was=20 trying his best for understanding. **** "Don't be ridiculous; it's only sex. We've had plenty of practice,=20 you'll remember." I grab his wrist. I'm surprised by the strength=20 with which he pulls me down. I'm so used to thinking of him as a part=20 of me, that I sometimes forget our differences.=20 "It is NOT just sex," he whispers. His face is centimeters from mine.=20 His body scorches where we touch. Dry waves of heat radiate from him,=20 slapping me with those differences. His eyes are not his own when he=20 manages, "It is the madness, the madness--don't you understand?" Startled, I drop his wrist.=20 **** I cannot control my own body. I cannot control my own mind. I must=20 regain some part of myself before going to him. If not-- I think of=20 Jim dead in my hands and the nausea strikes again. Again I retch but=20 nothing comes. The frustration is worse than the pain.=20 I lean back against the shower. "I cannot be trusted. I cannot trust=20 myself with you." I touch his skin. The avalanche of excitement is=20 almost too much, but I must make him see what is at stake. I crack=20 open our bond.=20 It must not happen like this. **** The burning in him tears through me. It takes my breath clean away. I=20 can't think. I can only feel his need--my need--the monomaniacal=20 focus on merging body and mind. Nothing else matters, not blood, not=20 pain, not death, not him, not me. The only thing that matters is the=20 joining.=20 I bare my teeth and lunge for him. I want to swallow him, flesh,=20 blood, semen. Whatever I can get of him, I want in me.=20 He breaks the contact; my mind reels.=20 There is no more fire in his eyes, only desperation.=20 "Now, can you understand?" **** McCoy stood up. "Yes. Now come back to bed; I'm too old to do it on=20 the floor." Spock spoke through clenched teeth. "Leonard, the madness--" "Is the same madness of passion that everyone has. It's not a=20 disease; it can be a great joy if you'd just relax." "I am not human. Do not presume to judge me by human standards." "I'm not," McCoy grinned. "But it's not--logical. You keep telling me=20 I'm such an expert in illogic, here's my chance to prove it. This is=20 my ballpark. Trust me now." He extended his hand back down. **** I cannot comprehend the medical mind. We have melded 1967 times, and=20 still his intellect is enigmatic. He is neither ignorant nor=20 reckless. He must know the danger. He must find some other way--for=20 both of us. He would give himself for me, of course, but he above all=20 others knows that my well being depends upon his. He would not risk=20 himself at my hands while options remain. He is smiling, utterly unafraid, he even bounces twice. What does he=20 know that I don't? "Trust me now." I take his hand. He kisses me and I am lost. **** Walking backwards, McCoy led them to the bed. The poor sheets seemed=20 doomed to disarray. Lying down together, McCoy reached for the=20 swollen penis that pressed against his side.=20 "No!" Spock stayed his hand and bolted upright. McCoy had never seen him so afraid.=20 "You're going to have to relax if you want this to be any fun." Spock shut his eyes. "I don't want it to be fun; I want it to be=20 over." McCoy rolled his eyes. "Okay, this is dirty pool, but remember, you=20 drove me to it." He flexed his fingers once and began to tickle. *** Five years of marriage, the equivalent of 23 Ph.D.s and I still have=20 to teach him about sex. Unbelievable! *** I rolled helplessly over him, on top of him; he rolled over me. We=20 became a tangle of limbs and skin. I lost all orientation to time or=20 place or whose body part was whose.=20 My body found a fold that fit precisely. I moved without my knowledge=20 or will. His fingers tickled under my arms, my elbows. I lost my=20 breath, I lost my fear. I lost everything but the feel of him and at=20 last, with a laugh that hurt my throat, I lost my semen with him. His fingers stopped moving; he held me in his arms. **** "Whose turn is it now?" McCoy asked returning from the john.=20 "I do not recall." "You damned liar. That just means you want to do me again." "No, it means that either would be equally acceptable." McCoy kissed his navel and flopped down on the bed. "Now that I can=20 understand." He reached for Spock's organ. "Damn, how long will that=20 stay hard?" "Until the pon farr is over." "Two weeks?" "Unknown. The progression is dramatically different than last time." "So it could be longer?" "Could be." "Hot damn!" said McCoy with a happy sigh and settled down to suck. **** It irks me when he speaks as if he knows me better than I do myself.=20 It astounds me how often he is correct. I didn't know it could be=20 like this. I thought I had known abandon, pleasure, release--but it=20 was never anything like this. If this is madness, then let me stay=20 mad. I have moved within him and joined my mind to his this way so=20 often, but I have never before been with him in the moment as I am=20 now.=20 As I near my fourteenth climax, I wonder, why couldn't I trust him=20 earlier? **** We roll together like the waves. One follows the other because it=20 always has and always will. We are one body one heart one mind. We=20 don't orgasm for that would end this perfection of joint existence.=20 Instead we simply let go and feel--and feel what it is too be loved.=20 But the flesh is only so strong and soon the tidal pull is too much=20 and our wave crests and breaks and we wash depleted over the shore, a=20 frothy mess of salt and wet, and we wait until time reforms us to do=20 it all over again. *** McCoy awoke to the caress of a tongue. "It's no use; I'm an old man.=20 He's dead, Spock." McCoy put his hand on glossy hair as Spock's mouth=20 moved between sac and shaft. Spock raised his head. "I had hoped that you would find this=20 pleasant, nonetheless." "I did; I do. Very, very pleasant! I just wonder--how much longer=20 will this last?" "What?" "What? This! The pon farr you green-blooded ninny!" "Oh, that. All symptoms abated some hours ago." Spock resumed his=20 oral ministrations. "You mean--? Why you little minx! I think there's hope for you after=20 all." ~Lyra September, 2004 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: