Received: from [66.218.67.197] by n15.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 18 Feb 2004 05:26:30 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 84854 invoked from network); 18 Feb 2004 05:26:29 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.167) by m4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 18 Feb 2004 05:26:29 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 18 Feb 2004 05:26:28 -0000 Received: from max (as4-d39-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.135]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i1I5Q0Qa011518 for ; Wed, 18 Feb 2004 00:26:01 -0500 Message-ID: <006f01c3f5df$bc505800$87c5fea9@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1106 X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Sileya" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 23:26:17 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] New TOS "Tempting Fate on Squeaky Springs" 5/9 (Mc/Sa, K/S) [NC-17] Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Chapter 5/9 - See all warnings and disclaimers in chapter 1 After several tense moments of silence, Leonard thought he perceived a softening within those dark eyes. "You may not be aware that I was the one who negotiated the treaty that was signed between the Federation and the Fabrini. Your marriage to the High Priestess, as well as the annulment that followed, is a matter of record, as are their staunch views regarding same- sex relationships. A point in the finalized treaty states there will be no representatives with homosexual leanings sent to the colony. To do so, they believe, could have the potential for contaminating their culture. Perhaps now that I know of your presence on the planet at the time, I understand the reason for such a stipulation." So, Sarek had known about his marriage to Natira all along. That explained why Sarek had become so distant in the shuttle when Leonard had mentioned his time with the Fabrini. Having to deal with them probably wasn't the most pleasant experience Sarek had ever had. "You're right, I had no idea you were involved. All of that was takin' place off the planet, and I wasn't exactly being kept in the loop, so to speak. How did you manage to deal with that demand when bigotry, in any form, is one of the basic objections to accepting new members into the Federation?" "Given the most revered Vulcan philosophy of IDIC, this was a point that was most difficult for me to accept. However, the Federation Council believes that as the Fabrini becomes increasingly interactive with all Federation cultures, even these antiquated perceptions may someday evolve. Therefore, the provision was agreed to. The very fact that you were married to Natira, and were then allowed to remain on the planet during the period of time needed to translate the medical files encoded into their computer banks, led me to the logical conclusion that you were of a like mind." "Wait just a damned minute! You thought I was...one of them?" Leonard came to his knees. Sitting back on his heels, so he could look Sarek directly in the eyes, he placed his hands determinedly on his thighs. "My God," he breathed. "What kinda Neanderthal did you think I was? Did you serious believe that I could agree with their homophobic ideology?" Sarek looked away. "Although, in truth, I found it most difficult to coalesce these impressions with the man I had come to know, it was a consideration." "You must be outta your Vulcan mind! Hell, for all I know, it's you who feels that way. There's never been any indication that you've ever considered a relationship with another male, nor do you ever have much to say about Jim and Spock. I've gotta tell you, there are times when I get the distinct feelin' that you disapprove of their bond." Sarek met his gaze. "It seems, Leonard, that for the months we have spent in each other's company, there has been an inordinate amount of miscommunication that has transpired between us. I believe it is time to, as humans are so fond of saying, 'set the record straight'. However, given the topic of our discussion, that may not be the best choice in terminology. First, let me assure you I have participated in sexual encounters with males. Prior to my bond with Amanda, males were my primary choice for the release of sexual tension. After I took Amanda as my bondmate, I ceased pursuing such relationships. Then I met you. "During those days that I was your patient, I was given the opportunity to observed you. It was the care and concern that you showed to all who entered the medical facility that began to intrigue me. It was those qualities, mixed with a more than adequate measure of irascibility, that precluded me from forgetting you even after leaving the Enterprise. It was only after many weeks of meditation that I began to put those frequent thoughts of you into perspective." "That was then. What about now?" Leonard asked, not quite believing what he was hearing. "Soon after you contacted me nine months ago, I began to discern a renewed desire to explore a physical, and emotional, connection with you. However, I misconstrued both your relationship with the Fabrini, and what appeared to be an attempt to sever your friendship with those who had been your closest companions. It was due to the very fabric of their relationship that I believed you had distanced yourself from James and Spock, choosing my companionship instead." "Jesus Christ! And that's why you thought I hadn't invited Jim and Spock to come here with me?" "Indeed. Considering the facts in evidence, it did seem to be the most valid conclusion." "So much for your goddamned logic! Sarek, if it seems that I've been distancing myself from them, it's only because I prefer to spend every free minute that I can with you." Sarek reached out and stroked his fingers lightly against Leonard's. It felt as if there were an electrical current that jumped between them with the contact. "Hearing this pleases me. Because of these fallacies in judgment, I have repeatedly discounted the emotions I have felt emanating from you, and done all to repress the deep longing for you that I have discerned within myself. I hope that someday you will be able to forgive me for underestimating you. I should have known better." Suddenly everything had fallen into place. Leonard wondered how two men who desired each other so intently had ended up on such opposite sides of the same fence. Reaching up, he stroked gently down the side of Sarek's face and watched as the eyes closed and the lips parted under his touch. The look of such passion on this beautiful face ignited the ember that had been smoldering in his gut. "I forgive you. I have no choice in the matter because...I love you, goddammit," Leonard breathed. The eyes opened. Although the cabin was still seeped in shadows of darkness, the light from those eyes seemed to illuminate the deepest recesses of Leonard's heart. No longer were there any secrets or misconceptions being used as a wall between them. Gone, also, was the veneer of logic that was so often used as a shield. "Because of this, forgiveness comes to you so easily? It takes nothing more than my request?" "Well, that...and maybe...a kiss?" Sarek reached for his hand and brought it to his lips. Gently, he pressed Leonard's fingers against his mouth. That was all it took for Leonard to feel a wave of hot desire shoot through his body. Sarek shook his head briefly. "That will not be possible. You see, Leonard, I would find it impossible to stop with a kiss. If I am to have you, I wish to have all of you." When Leonard answered, it was around his heart that had seemingly found a permanent home in his throat. "No one said anything about *stoppin'* with a kiss. I just thought it would be the best place to start." Sarek leaned forward, and Leonard felt himself being bundled into strong, heated arms. "Then to your request, I most heartily comply," Sarek answered, his voice heavy with pent up emotion, as he pulled Leonard down on the bed. Only then did Sarek brush those soft lips against his. In that flash of warmth, Leonard knew that Sarek had caught him. He no longer felt like he was falling. He was safe. As often as Leonard had dreamed of this moment, he wasn't prepared for the powerful rush of emotions that surged up within him with that first, intimate touch--love, lust, fear, regret, adoration, frustration, and many, many more were all accounted for. It was as if there had been a thin membrane across his soul, and this man's touch ruptured it. His next breath was drawn through ragged gasps as the mouth claimed his once more. The kiss deepened, becoming less gentle and more bruising, as passions that would no longer be denied grew more demanding. Their bodies began to strain and twist against each other, sensitive flesh seeking friction to find relief. Just when it seemed that the heat building between them was on the verge of carrying them away, Sarek pulled his head back. Leonard saw his own plethora of emotion reflected back to him in those eyes, not the least among those was need, lust, and what he hoped was love, yet there was pain there, as well. "Leonard..." Sarek's breaths were coming in short, hard pants. "That which I have come to feel for you is undeniable. I have known...for many months that it is you who makes me burn. As much as I would wish it, I cannot offer you the same status that my son has given to James. I cannot offer you a bond. I have a bondmate. Unlike a marriage vow between humans, it is not within my power to have that which exists between Amanda and myself broken." Having been there throughout the bonding process between Jim and Spock, these were facts that Leonard was all too aware of. A 'life bond' was just that. Just his luck to finally find the one person he could love with all his heart, only to have him belong to someone else. "I know," he breathed. "I think I've always known." Sarek caressed his fingers gently down the side of Leonard's face, and the doctor felt the draw as they grazed against his meld points. He'd never liked the idea of anyone invading his thoughts, but he would love nothing more than to have this man explore his mind, and for him to have the ability to do the same. "It is a difficult situation in which we find ourselves," Sarek whispered. "*That's* a helluvan understatement. Now what?" Leonard sighed. "Leonard, the fact that I cannot bond with you does little to dampen that which I have come to feel for you. I will, however, accept your decision if you wish for this to go no further." Leonard watched the slightly swollen lips as they moved. Bring a hand close to Sarek's mouth, he ran his thumb lightly across them. "Sarek, I'm no fool. I know that I should--that we both should--walk away. But for the first time in my life, my search is over. How do I just walk away from that? Can you?" "If you so desire, and with great difficulty, I could distance myself from you. I could not, however, cease my longing for you, nor would I want to attempt to do so." "Sarek, I've waited all my life to feel for someone what I feel for you, and to have those feelings returned is more than I thought I could ever ask for. So, I guess the decision is really yours. As far as I'm concerned, whatever you can give me, for however long, even if it's only tonight, I'll accept with pleasure." Sarek leaned down and kissed him, first over each eye, and then on his lips before pulling his head back once more. "Leonard, my ashaya, you once again misunderstand me. I have no intention of holding you tonight with little concern for tomorrow. You are not so easily dismissed. It is my sincerest hope that you will wish to forever be a part of me, even undergo with me that which I must periodically endure. However, since I cannot invite you to share a bond, that which I offer it is less than fair." Forever a part of him. Sarek was speaking of a commitment to one another; one that was more binding than any Leonard had ever been a part of before. Was he really ready to give all he was to this man? Was this man willing to do the same? The only answer he needed was found in those dark, shining eyes. "It's no less fair for you, I think. Besides, who said that love's fair? And that's the one thing we share, isn't it? Love?" "Yes, my Leonard. Yes, indeed it is," Sarek replied, and Leonard watched as a smile gently graced the beautiful face of his soon-to-be lover...no, much more than that. Something told him that this was to be his lifemate. Leonard wondered how few had been privileged to this smile. It was the bona fide definition of radiance. Once more savoring that mouth, he felt a distinctive hardness pressing against his hip. Almost tentatively, Leonard slipped his hand between them until he held Sarek's scrotal sack in his cupped fingers. As he became more comfortable with touching Sarek intimately, he massaged the hard shaft, tracing the impressive length of it through the thin fabric, feeling his own hard cock as it twitched repeatedly against Sarek's thigh. Reaching up to the chest, Leonard separated Sarek's garment as far as it would go, then helped his lover free himself from the confines of the material. Reaching beneath the blankets, he slid it down and out from under Sarek's raised hips. Sitting up, Sarek freed it the rest of the way, pulled it out from underneath the covers, and tossed it to the side. Then, in turn, Sarek divested Leonard of the last remaining barrier between them. Only then did they lie together naked for the first time, body against body, bare flesh pressing against bare flesh. Between long, consuming kisses, hands roamed, and learned, and gripped, and kneaded. Bodies that had recently been cold and stiff were heated, damp, and responsive. Moving his lips to the base of Sarek's ear, and tasting the coppery-spice flesh there, he moaned, "Sarek, I wanna make love to you. I wanna feel you inside of me." Sarek reached between them and encased both cocks in his strong hand, exerting only enough pressure to allow them to slide against each other. Leonard felt the inferno that had burned so long in his gut move, almost painfully, toward his groin. It had been a long time since he had given himself over to someone in this way--maybe never so completely--and he quickly passed the point of being able to hold back. His mind tried to stop his quick ejaculation, but there was no controlling the actions of his body. His hips were thrusting involuntarily into the hand that gripped him. "Oh, God! I can't stop. I'm gonna cum!" Leonard moaned, his body shivering from the war being raged inside of him. "Yes, my Leonard. Do not resist. Cum for me. Let me feel your release," Sarek trilled against his neck. Sarek reached for his meld points with his other hand, and with a mentally whispered question, waited to be invited inside. "Yessss..." Leonard hissed. Opening his mind was so easy to this man. In no more than an instant, they were one. Leonard could feel the pleasure of both of them, a doubling and redoubling of need and desire. He felt acceptance as he was mentally assured there was no reason to feel self-conscious. This was what Sarek wanted from him. Mostly he felt love; flowing around and through them, surrounding them, and rapidly filling those dark recesses in their souls that had been cold and empty before. With that, Leonard relaxed and just enjoyed the sensation as he felt the first of the strong spasms pass through him, the epicenter being the first contraction centered in his groin. Leonard gripped Sarek's biceps to steady himself, feeling as if he was going to be pulled apart. But Sarek was there, in his mind, steadying him, holding him together when the first contraction hit. He felt Sarek's hand move to the end of his cock, massaging him to completion, capturing his fluid. Through the meld, Leonard felt Sarek's pleasure at watching his face as he came. It wasn't words that he was sensing, but a flood of impressions and images that were being shared between them. As Sarek carefully collected his ejaculate, there was no doubt what his lover had in mind, and the realization that soon, very soon, this man would be inside of him caused another uncontrollable shutter to race through his body. With the last of his fluid expelled, Leonard rolled on his back, bent and spread his knees, giving Sarek access to that part of him he desired--that they both desired--to have filled. Sarek's eyes held his as long, nimble fingers began to coat his anus with the fresh ejaculate. First one, and then two fingers began to relax the muscle at the entrance, slipping further into his chamber, finding that rarely explored part of him. Leonard groaned as Sarek began stroking the sensitive nodule that renewed his erection and caused him to crave more. He felt the wonderful fullness of the fingers moving inside of him, and through Sarek, he also felt the heat and softness found within the tender flesh. He was the giver. He was the receiver. He was in ecstasy. "Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, and you are beautiful," Sarek crooned, his fingers massaging the chamber to readiness, his eyes grazing the length of Leonard's body, then returning to his face. For perhaps the first time in his life, seeing himself through Sarek's mind, Leonard believed him. Leonard reached down and sought out Sarek's organ. He ran his hand up the length of it, traced the ridges, and coated the engorged, smooth head with the beads of fluid that were escaping from the small slit. "I'm ready.for you," he breathed through jagged gasps. The fingers were withdrawn, and Sarek moved between his thighs. Tilting him forward, Leonard felt the cockhead as it was centered against him, and the rush of sweet pain as the swollen apex pushed inside. A small gasp escaped his lips with the invasion. He felt Sarek's hesitation, but his need far exceeded any discomfort. "Don't stop!" he moaned. The large cock slid slowly forward until Sarek was fully seated inside of him. Leonard felt complete, down to his very core, in a way he had never before thought possible. Sarek began to move inside of him, gently at first, then increasingly harder. Through the meld, they shared each thrust. It was as if they were two sides of the same coin. Sarek hovered over him, supported by his outstretched arms, and Leonard looked between them, the light from the lantern on the table behind them illuminating their bodies. Leonard tweaked and rolled the tight, sensitive pips between his fingers, and his eyes feasted on the sight of Sarek withdrawing and then sinking himself inside of him, again and again. His own renewed erection grazed against the hard, taut abdomen with every thrust, his seeping fluid drawing wet trails on Sarek's flesh. Sarek was close to orgasm. Leonard pulled him down and gathered him into his arms. His lover's rapid heartbeat could be felt pounding against his side. The plunges into him became quicker and more urgent, each one rubbing the length of their damp torsos together. Gentle moans against his neck grew louder as Sarek teetered on the edge. Leonard could feel him holding back, holding onto that wonderful 'point of no return' sensation as long as possible, and sharing it with his lover through the meld. Wanting to savor the sensation of Sarek cumming inside of him, Leonard was glad that his first orgasm had afforded him some measure of control. Even then, it took every ounce of resilience Leonard could muster to keep Sarek's first contraction from triggering his own. Sarek's seed was being pumped deep into his bowels in short, hard thrusts, bathing his tightly-stretched cavity in warmth. After Sarek's last spasm, Leonard thrust his cock against Sarek's abdomen and allowed his ejaculate to shoot between them. Body and mind shifted from a state of ecstasy to a realm of rapture that Leonard had never known was possible, one that could only exist in this surreal world they had carved out for themselves. //Love...Love you...// his mind screamed, the words never making it further. //Love you, my ashaya, my Leonard, my love// was heard clearly, almost reverently, in Leonard's thoughts, although Sarek's lips never left his. Lying together, still connected, unwilling to separate, Leonard pulled the blankets up around Sarek's shoulders. Sarek pulled back from the meld, but there remained a feeling of completeness between them in those sated moments of ebbing passion. When Sarek did roll off, Leonard retrieved one of the towels and wet it with the warm water. He cleaned them both, and as he bathed the length of Sarek's cock, he noticed the stirrings underneath the cloth. "It seems that my body has yet to lose its desire for you," Sarek all but purred. Leonard leaned over and licked small circles around the small, hard nipple closest to him. The cock in his hand swelled to its fully aroused state. Looking up Leonard teased, "I'll forgive you, *this* time." The towel tossed aside, Sarek urged Leonard to lie down with his head on his chest. Leonard did so, and returned his hand to Sarek's organ where he resumed stroking it. Now that the cabin was quite warm, he was able to push the cover away so he could watch his fingers as they played along the shaft, tracing and learning the most responsive areas just beneath the ridges. Taking his time, he massaged the tight, thick scrotal sack, and allowed his index finger to venture further back. Bending one leg, Sarek allowed him access to that most private area of his body. Locating the puckered entrance, he traced the tight orifice and dipped a saliva-slickened finger inside. It was an area that Leonard was determined to learn intimately and completely, but not yet. Sarek emitted a moan of frustration when the finger was removed. Sliding his hand back up the shaft, wrapping it around the sensitive ridges, Leonard whispered the promise, "Later, my love." Leonard captured the hard, tight nub between his lips, rolling it gently between his teeth. The arms began to tighten around him, signaling his lover's move toward impending release. Leonard increased his strokes to bring him over, and felt his lover become rigid as the first spasm raced from Sarek's groin. Massaging him to completion, Leonard lifted his head to watch as the white opaque streams shot forcefully from the small slit, landing against Sarek's abdomen. Each new spurt ripped a new, throaty groan of pleasure from Sarek, as he rode each wave of unimpeded passion. When Leonard was sure the last surge had passed, he released his grip on the cock. There was a splattering of Sarek's semen just above the navel, and Leonard leaned down and captured the warm, wet fluid with his mouth. He savored the sweet, cinnamon-copper honey as it ran over his tongue. Sarek pulled him up and captured his mouth, the sweetness shared between them, as his lover's tongue plunged between Leonard's lips. "I think I have an idea for that extra pillow," Leonard crooned, as he gathered the warm, sticky semen from Sarek's abdomen. Retrieving the pillow, he placed it just at hip level, and then, with a kiss, he whispered, "Roll onto your stomach." Over and over, the next hours were spent seeking and finding ways to pleasure one another--with only brief respites taken in between for relieving themselves of the fluids each had willingly received, and to clean away the remnants of previous sessions. Promises and vows of lives that would be forged together were spoken in voices both heavy and spent with passion. Only when their bodies could no longer find the strength to mesh, did they find exhaustive, sated rest, each wrapped in a pair of strong arms. The warmth from the fireplace surrounding them; the warmth of the love they shared permeating through them. When sleep did finally come, it came easily and deeply. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! 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