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Chapter 8/9 - See all warnings and disclaimers in chapter 1

After a hearty dinner of vegetable soup and breads, the four 
men finally had time to relax and enjoy result of their day's 
labor.  Leonard had changed the music coming from the comm 
station from the traditional Christmas songs to soft, low 
instrumentals, and the cabin's lights had been turned down, 
allowing the tall, glowing tree to be viewed in its full, 
illuminated glory.  The only other noticeable light was that 
coming from the crackling flames of the fireplace.
 
While putting the dishes away, Leonard had happened upon an 
unopened bottle of merlot that had been spent these many years 
in the wine cooler.  David McCoy had been quite the 
connoisseur, and Leonard was certain this was a wine that 
should be saved for a very special occasion.  He couldn't 
believe there would ever come a time that would be more 
special than this evening.  He uncorked it and poured out a 
small amount into one of the wine glasses stored in the rack 
beneath the cooler.  It was grand.  Rich and woody, just sweet 
enough keep it from being too tart, and he swore he tasted the 
faintest hint of raspberries.
 
'Here's to you, Dad,' he thought, as he downed the last of the 
sample.  Taking the wine over to the table beside the couch, he 
was pleased when even Spock and Sarek agreed to share a 
glass.  He handed a glass to both Spock and Jim, who were 
seated on the couch, and he took the other two to the deep, 
cushioned window seat set within the bay window, where Sarek 
was sitting.  When everyone was served, Leonard raised his 
glass.  "Here's to fate," he saluted.
 
"Fate, Bones?  Isn't that a rather ominous toast?" Jim asked.
 
"Not at all, Jim.  Haven't you ever heard that fate is jealous of 
lovers?  If you don't give her the recognition she demands, 
she'll seek revenge."
 
"Then by all means, let's *not* tempt fate," Jim smiled, as he 
raised his glass and tuned to give his lover an admiring wink.  
"Here's to fate, and to us all," Jim added.  They all saluted in 
agreement and took a sip of the wine.
 
Following the impromptu toast, there was a moment of 
uncomfortable silence that seemed to descend upon the group.  
This was about the most romantic setting Leonard had ever 
been in, yet it seemed no one was quite sure just how to handle 
that.  Spock seemed reticent to show his feeling in front of his 
father, and Jim, Leonard assumed, was still remembering the 
conversation earlier in the day, and didn't want to do anything 
to make his friend feel uncomfortable.  Surprisingly, it was 
Sarek who came to the rescue.
 
Leonard was still standing between the table and the bay 
window when Sarek reached for his hand.  Turning so the 
cushions propped against the wide frame supported his back, he 
pulled one leg up on the seat.  Although the seat was plenty 
deep enough to sit side-by-side, he urged Leonard to sit 
between his legs.  Scooting himself between Sarek's thighs, he 
felt strong, warm arms surround him as he leaned back against 
Sarek's chest.  When he turned to smile up at Sarek, out of the 
corner of his eye, Leonard noticed that his friends had moved to 
the same end of the couch, and Jim was nestled within Spock's 
arms, a passionate kiss was being shared between them.
 
There was a level of comfort that had long ago been reached 
where the two bondmates would often show signs of affection 
in Leonard's presence.  As a matter of fact, Spock was the one 
who often instigated the romantic touches with his bondmate.  
He was, indeed, a hot-blooded Vulcan, and Leonard, more 
often than not, took those opportunities to tease him about 
being on the proverbial, never-ending honeymoon.  When 
Sarek began tracing his ear with his lips, Leonard decided that 
father and son were a lot more alike than either one would ever 
be willing to admit.
 
Leaning his head against Sarek's shoulder, they looked outside 
where the full moon illuminated the white landscape.  "I told 
you it was beautiful here," Leonard whispered.
 
"You did, indeed," Sarek replied, pulling up the fabric of 
Leonard's thin T-shirt--all he'd needed since the cabin was 
being kept so warm--and running his hands down his lover's 
chest, tweaking the nipples to full arousal, and making it quite 
clear what it was about the cabin that he found most beautiful.  
Leonard, who before this time together had never considered 
himself worthy of such accolades, felt himself flush at the 
compliment.
 
The scenery outside forgotten, Leonard turned in the arms, slid 
his hand around Sarek's neck, and captured the sweet, warm 
mouth.  Although the windows were insulated and the inside 
remained as warm as the air in the cabin, it wasn't long before 
the outside of the multi-layered glass had started to steam over.  
The mellow strains of the orchestral music were soon joined by 
the sounds of soft, sucking kisses, short gasps of air, and 
whispered names of lovers, coming from two different areas of 
the cabin.
 
Sarek erection was pressing against Leonard's hip, and every so 
often his lover would briefly push forward to feed his need for 
increased pressure.  When Sarek slid his hand inside Leonard's 
lightweight jogging pants and began to fondle his erection, 
Leonard glanced over Sarek's shoulder, finding himself briefly 
embarrassed, and wanting to make sure they weren't being 
observed.  What he saw in the soft shadows was Spock's hand 
combing through Jim's hair, while Jim's head moving steadily 
up and down on Spock's exposed erection.  Had there been an 
ounce of voyeurism in him, that picture would have brought 
him over, for sure.
 
Returning his full attention to his lover, he ran his hand under 
Sarek's shirt and began to tease the extremely sensitive, 
hardened pips.  Taking Sarek's cue, Leonard had forgone any 
restrictive underwear after their shower, and Sarek eased the 
flexible waistband down far enough to free Leonard's cock.  
"You surprise me," Leonard whispered, finding himself 
extremely aroused at being so exposed.
 
"How so?" Sarek nibbled into his ear.
 
"Being so openly sexual."  Leonard thrust his hips toward the 
fist encasing the head of his cock.
 
"Does it disturb you?  I forget that Humans have such parochial 
attitudes when it comes to sexuality."
 
Leonard grinned.  "You mean Vulcan's don't?"
 
"I thought you would have been around Spock long enough to 
learn that sexuality is considered a natural function between 
partners, that the denial of such is illogical, and the expression 
of it, in the appropriate setting, is quite acceptable.  This, I 
believe, is a most appropriate setting."
 
Leonard had always thought Spock being the aggressor, 
especially in his presence, had just been a wanton characteristic 
of his friend's human side that had somehow managed to 
escape.  Obviously, that wasn't the case.  "Guess I missed the 
finer point of that lesson," Leonard hissed, as he reached 
between them and untied the string to Sarek's soft pants and 
freed his lover's cock, as well.
 
They kissed and massaged each other, each almost reaching the 
point of no return before being soothed back by their lover time 
and time again.  It was torturous, dizzying, bliss.
 
"Jim," was whispered into the darkness, and the soft, muted, 
erotic moans of Spock's climax caused a shutter to run through 
Leonard.
 
He grasped his arms tightly around Sarek's neck and breathed, 
"Oh, god!  I'm gonna cum," as he felt the first contraction in his 
groin building.
 
Sarek applied pressure to the base of his cock, and eased him 
back with his mind.  //Not yet, my ashaya...but soon...very 
soon...// his lover soothed.  It took a few seconds, but Leonard's 
imminent need to release abated.
 
It wasn't long before they heard the snapping sounds of Spock 
and Jim releasing the hidden latches that would convert the 
couch to a bed.  It seemed to signal the time Leonard had 
waited for all day.  He pulled his waistband up over his 
straining cock, as Sarek retied the string of his trousers.  Rising, 
he held out his hand to Sarek and led him to the farthest corner 
of the cabin.  Before undressing, he remembered to gather the 
sheets, blankets, and pillows that Jim and Spock would need.  
He took them to the couch and laid them on the high back as 
his friends were pushing the foot of the bed into place.
 
When he returned, Sarek had already dispensed with his 
sweater, shirt, and boots, and was beginning to remove his 
trousers.  This time, Leonard just stood back and watched.  To 
see the man strip down with such abandon was almost an 
orgasmic experience in itself.
 
Leonard pulled off his T-shirt, stepped out of his slippers, and 
started to slide his pants down when he realized that they were 
missing one necessary ingredient for a night of lovemaking.  
They had not needed it the night before, but he didn't want to 
wait for one to get the other off before they could be joined, 
and lube wasn't something he hadn't even remotely considered 
when he was packing.
 
In the muted light, Sarek moved toward him, pulling him into 
his arms.  "Why have you stopped disrobing?" he whispered.
 
"Umm...I think we're gonna to need something...lubricant.  I 
didn't think to come prepared.  I did pack a bottle of oil for the 
salad, I could get it," Leonard whispered.
 
Sarek reached down and caressed the length of Leonard's cock 
through the fabric as their lips brushed together, suppressing 
the gasp that would have escaped from Leonard, otherwise.  "I 
believe that would be wise," he replied through what was 
certainly a grin.  Leonard wished it were light enough in the 
room to once again see that beautiful face lit with a smile.
 
"I'll be right back," he breathed.  Leonard crept to the kitchen 
area and rummaged through one of the cabinets, searching for 
the small bottle that he knew he had put in there earlier in the 
day.  The oil wasn't exactly ideal, but it was non-irritating, and 
it would serve the purpose.
 
"Looking for something, Bones?" he heard Jim ask.
 
Glancing up, cautiously at first, he saw Jim seated on the edge 
of the converted bed, pulling off his socks.  "Sorry, I'll be outta 
here in just a second," Leonard replied, pushing his hand 
further into the cabinet.
 
Jim leaned over and took something from the daypack that was 
lying at the side of the converted couch.  "Here," he said, "I 
think this will work better," he said, tossing something toward 
the kitchen counter.
 
Leonard reached up and grabbed it as it sailed toward him, the 
light from the fireplace glinting off the silver cylinder.  It was a 
tube of lubricant.  There was certainly no need in trying to deny 
what he'd been looking for.  "Thanks," Leonard grinned 
sheepishly.  Knowing he was blushing from head to toe, he 
turned it over in his palm.  "You didn't bring extra clothes, but 
you packed a tube of this?" Leonard asked.
 
"Never leave home without it," Jim smiled, as he rose and 
pulled off his shirt.
 
"But don't you need..."
 
"I always carry extra," Jim stated.
 
Leonard nodded his gratitude before returning to the corner 
where the bed was located.  He could make out the shape of 
Sarek already lying under the covers.  Leonard laid the tube on 
the table beside the bed, slid out of the pants, and under the 
thick layer of quilts.  Wasting no time, he gathered his lover 
into his arms and rolled them over so he was lying on top, their 
erections meeting at the same moment as their mouths.  
Pushing their hips repeatedly toward each other, they ground 
their organs between them, their bodies searching for quick 
release, each pulling back when it threatened.
 
"Did you locate the oil?" Sarek rasped.
 
"Better.  Jim gave me some lubricant," Leonard panted, 
retrieving the tube.
 
Sarek spread his thighs and pulled his knees up.  "Prepare me, 
my Leonard," he whispered.  It was almost a plea.
 
Leonard uncapped the tube and spread some of the slick 
substance on his fingertips.  He rubbed his fingers together as it 
began to warm, and rising to his knees, he located the small, 
puckered opening and began to push the lubricant into it.  As 
his fingers began to penetrate the ring of muscle, he felt it begin 
to relax.
 
Leonard pulled his fingers out and came to his knees between 
Sarek's thighs.  He didn't have to ask; he knew Sarek was ready 
to receive him.  With his still-slick fingers, he smoothed the 
lubricant across the head and around the shaft of his cock.  He 
felt Sarek's urgency to be penetrated, just as his lover could feel 
his own burning desire to be surrounded.  Their bodies 
hungered to be joined, but even more, their souls seemed to cry 
out to one another.  Leonard positioned himself and slid inside.  
As he laid down on Sarek and gathered him into his arms, 
Sarek's fingers found his meld points.  "Are you certain?" he 
whispered before entering Leonard's mind.
 
"Yes," Leonard panted.  "I've never been as certain of 
anything."
 
Without resistance, Sarek's consciousness flowed effortlessly 
into him, joining them completely.  The link that had already 
started to form between them was unequivocal, and Leonard 
wondered how he could have been so unaware of it.  He was at 
home, and he was making a home for Sarek within him.  They 
belonged together, they belonged to each other, they were 
whole.
 
Body and soul expanded until there were no boundaries that 
existed between the two.  Their senses rose to a heightened 
state of excitability, far beyond what was possible in the 
corporeal world.  It was as if together they could feel the 
golden aura that surrounded them; hear the essence of their 
combined spirit; taste the flames that wove endlessly between 
them.  Time had no value, there was no future, no past, as it 
was no longer linear, but spherical, and it spun around them, 
encircling them, leaving them with only here and now.  The 
bed they were laying on was a raft, and they were afloat in the 
universe.  Their desires were the very fabric of space, and their 
love the flux that was holding it together.
 
They burned, and cooled, and burned again, as the waves of 
pleasure rushed over them, then receded, only to roll across 
them once more.  The very polarity of their existence was being 
drawn together, and Leonard knew that once they were united, 
they would forever cease to be two individuals.  But at the last 
moment everything around them stopped.  Sarek's soul was no 
longer inside him, but hovering above him in the vastness of 
their universe, a perfect parallel to his own.  Close, so very 
close, threads joining them, but separate.  Slowly, Leonard 
once again started to feel self-aware, and it seemed that Sarek 
was moving away from him.  He wanted to reach out for him 
and pull him back inside, but the threads that joined them kept 
his arms bound at his sides.  He wanted to cry out against the 
emptiness.  //Don't leave me...I will be lost!// his mind shouted.
 
Only when he heard // Do not fret, my ashaya, I am here.  I will 
always be here...// whispered from Sarek's soul to his, did he 
know that he was not alone.  He would never again be alone.  
He allowed himself to bathe in the warmth of Sarek's presence.
 
As Sarek pulled them back from the meld, Leonard became 
aware of the weight of his lover on top of him, the sensation of 
fullness inside of him, and the taste of cinnamon, and copper, 
and salt, and iron that was blended in the moisture between 
them.  How they ended up this way, he didn't know.  It didn't 
matter.  Leonard knew that when he found the ability to speak 
again, he wanted to discuss what they had experienced, but then 
realized there were no words to describe it.  It was.  That was 
all.
 
Their breathing slowed.  Sarek pulled out and Leonard rolled to 
lie on his chest.  What was left between them was strong.  
//Thee has lied to me, my ashaya.// Leonard heard, as strong 
hands rubbed up and down his back.
 
//About?// his mind questioned.
 
//I believe this place gets it name less from the natural sources 
of water, and more from the sound this bed makes during 
intercourse.// Sarek smiled into his thoughts.
 
Leonard turned his head and pressed his lips against a taunt 
nipple.  There was no need to answer.  Sarek knew.
 
Relaxing again on Sarek's chest, Leonard opened his eyes.  The 
fire had grown less intense--obviously they had been making 
love for several hours--and the only illumination in the room 
was from the multicolored lights that still glowed from the tree.  
There were no wrapped boxes underneath, but the precious 
gifts on this Christmas weren't the kind that could be purchased 
from any shop.
 
Leonard knew that he could have wished to stay here, wrapped 
in these arms, forever.  He was glad that they had several more 
days together before having to return to San Francisco, but 
even knowing that they would eventually have to return 
couldn't dampen his spirits.  Not now that they had found each 
other.  Sure, he knew that in just three weeks they had the 
training mission coming up, but that would only be a temporary 
separation.
 
From a distance there could be heard the sound of gentle 
scraping as the feet of the converted bed abraded rhythmically 
against the wooden floor, the high back of the couch serving as 
the only barrier between the sets of lovers.  Leonard snuggled 
against Sarek, and knew he was a very lucky man, indeed.  
They all were.
 
 


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