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Part 2/2 "The Squire's Turn" [NC-17] K/Mc

*

It was the night of the Halloween party, and Uhura was dressed to
kill, using her natural color to go as "Amazonia, Ruler of the
Jungle". The costume, which consisted of a bustier, shorts and a
very high, feathery head decoration, displayed enough to leave
men drooling in her wake, but was still decent. Simply perfect
for such a night.

However, something weighted heavily on her and so, instead of
going right down to engineering, she took another corridor that
led to McCoy's door. She chimed until he answered her call.

Even after almost four weeks, it was hard to adapt to the sight
of this female McCoy, Uhura thought. Not the least because she -
he - looked gorgeous, something even the male uniform and McCoy's
unhappy face couldn't spoil. For a moment, Uhura wished the
Squire would return and grant her a wish. But then, probably he'd
mutate her into an elephant just for the fun of it.

"Hello Uhura," McCoy said, and remained in the door frame. "And
to make it short - I won't go to the party."

"Darling," she said, and McCoy frowned. "Leonard, you're going to
leave this ship tomorrow. Everyone would love to meet you once
again before that. It's not fair to ignore everyone around you,
even your friends, as if we've done something wrong."

Black eyes locked with blue ones, but Uhura wasn't in
Communications for no good reasons. Her appeal was just the right
mixture of inflicting a bad conscience in McCoy without evoking
instant rejection.

"Alright," McCoy gave in. "At least I'll listen. But I won't
promise anything."

She walked into the room, and as she turned around, she caught
McCoy's eyes resting on her hips.

"Um, sorry," McCoy said, blushing.

"Hey, I dressed for that effect!" Uhura said, and laughed.

"You really like it when men look at you like that? I can't
handle it," McCoy admitted.

"Oh, I don't always like it. When I'm all professional and
Starfleet officer, I want them to focus on my abilities. But when
I'm going to a party, I want them to fall on their knees for me."
Uhura smiled broadly.

McCoy smiled, too. "You'll achieve that for sure."

Uhura sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her.
"Leonard, come here."

"Yes, mommy," the brunette who was McCoy said with a twinkle.

Uhura took the white, long fingers into hers. It gave an
interesting contrast in colors. "I thought it would be a great
idea if you'd dress up tonight too. I mean really dress up. A
friend of mine has a rubber catsuit which would fit you
perfectly."

McCoy made a face. "Uhura -"

"Shhh," she said, and put her fingers on his lips. "See it as
costume, Leonard. See it as the perfect drag. Men and women will
lust after you, and you can turn down every single one of them."

"Big fun," McCoy muttered.

"Oh, yes! You'll be hit of the night, Leonard. I'd bet all my
credits on it."

"And what exactly would the drag include, besides that catsuit?"

"High-heels - but not too high, don't worry," she added, as she
saw his brows climb. "And of course, some colorful makeup. With
your complexion, blue and light red are the colors of choice."

McCoy looked unconvinced.

"For me, Len. For your friends. Everyone will be around tonight."
She rubbed along his arm; she had never minded touching a woman,
and this mixture was definitely intriguing her. But she was too
intelligent not to notice that she, like everyone else, was
walking on thin ice with McCoy concerning everything even
remotely connected to sexuality right now.

"Please," she said and fluttered her eyelashes. McCoy melted,
because, in the end, he was only a man.

"Alright, Uhura, you got me." He sighed.

"That's my boy," she smiled, and guided him to her room to work
her magic.

*

The party was barely started and already a success. Engineering
was full enough to burst: people in inventive costumes filling
the already overheated room, animated chattering filling the air.
However, when the door opened to reveal Uhura and another woman,
admiring silence spread along their way.

At the bar, Kirk's jaw dropped as McCoy drew closer on the side
of Uhura. More than one head taller than the communication
officer, he was walking in narrow steps, which made his hips roll
in the style of a fashion model. A black rubber catsuit displayed
every bit of the marvelous body for perfect show, and the makeup
in McCoy's face only enhanced his striking features.

At first, Kirk managed to keep away from McCoy. Determined he
went up from his bar stool and walked around, exchanging nice,
meaningless words with members of his crew.

But the longer he tried, the harder it became. He didn't want to
see men flirting with McCoy where he hadn't been allowed to - and
most especially not Scotty. He wished the engineer all the best,
but McCoy was his. In a quick decision, Kirk turned into a man
with a mission. He slowly circled toward the group where McCoy
was standing to join their talking. He was charming, he was
enchanting, and soon everyone fell under his spell - including
McCoy. From there, it didn't take much to shuffle McCoy away from
the others and onto the dance floor.

"People will start talking, Captain," McCoy stated in a slightly
slurred voice, but his steps were still sure even on the higher
heels.

"I don't mind," Kirk said. "And per regulation 133c I can choose
any senior officer for a dance."

"There's no such reg," McCoy said, his eyes searching Kirk's
features. "What do you want, Jim?"

"You." Kirk guided McCoy into a more complex figure of the dance.
McCoy had a hard time to follow, and it took half a minute before
he was facing Kirk again.

"Why?" McCoy asked.

"Because you're a marvelous, humorous, caring person."

McCoy twisted his full lips, shaking his head. "I didn't think
you'd be so lousy at flirting, Jim. Give it another try."

Kirk tightened his grip, forcing McCoy closer. Their lower bodies
rubbed together with every step, but thankfully the room was
quite dark and the dancing floor quite full by now.

"You're the hottest woman onboard. I want to throw you on the
floor, tear that second skin apart and make love to you." He
circled them into an ever darker corner, where he forced McCoy
into the slowest slowfox ever, their bodies tightly wedged
together. No woman had ever been able to resist this physical
approach. But McCoy wasn't just any woman.

"It wasn't that good either, but better than the first one,"
McCoy stated rather coolly. "And I'd like to be able to breathe,
thank you." He slid out of Kirk's grip.

"Don't go," Kirk said and held him back. "Honestly...Bones....I
can't really say what went into me. But I found I'm jealous of
Scotty when he talks to you, and I can't help it. You're very
important to me. I want to share more with you than a drink once
in a while, or a girl on a shoreleave. I want you."

McCoy heaved a sigh.

"Or is there already something going on with Scotty?" Kirk asked,
searching McCoy's face in the dim light.

"There's nothing going on with anyone, Jim. Not since I'm in this
body."

"You didn't try out anything?" Kirk asked, astonished. "Not even
on your own?"

McCoy shrugged. "A little. But it didn't feel right." He didn't
pull away from Kirk's hand on his shoulder anymore. The hand
stroked up to his neck, then caressing his chin. They drew closer
again, although McCoy wasn't quite sure how.

"Bones..." Kirk whispered softly, his lips so close that they
blew a small wind along McCoy's face. "Let me please you. Make
love to you." A tongue licked along his ear lobe, tickling and
arousing. McCoy closed his eyes, for a moment just relishing in
the touch. The drinks he'd had earlier produced a welcome,
dampening layer, silencing his conscience that voiced the many
reasons why he hadn't accepted Kirk's offer in the first place.

He opened his eyes and faced an expectant gaze. "Let's get out of
here," was all he said.

*

They barely made it into Kirk's quarters where they locked the
door and went right into action. "You feel so great," Kirk
murmured between kisses. "So wonderful. And your breasts. Great.
The most beautiful breasts I've ever seen." Kirk fingered them
through the tight fabric as he pulled him close into another very
open-mouthed kiss. With effort, McCoy pulled back enough to
speak.

"Let me tell you something, Jim," he stated. "First," he poked
Kirk's chest, "we've known each other for more than a decade, so
stop buttering me up. Second, remember that I am no virgin.
Third, if you keep saying 'breasts', I'll run away and scream. So
can we please, fourth, come to the fucking point before I change
my mind and screw it all and get never screwed by you?"

Kirk took hold of McCoy's finger. "I'll give you some screwing,
Bones, my lady. But I like some foreplay." He pulled him closer
and into another kiss, stopping any possible further tirade that
may lie on those full, red lips. McCoy answered with equal
passion, which made their standing arrangement a bit shaky.

"Fuck foreplay," McCoy murmured, and grabbed Kirk's buttocks
hard.

Kirk gave him a grin. "I want you to have good sex."

"I'm about to have it. Hell, the one thing I always envied women
for was that they didn't have to think about lubrication," McCoy
said. "And so I want it to be quick -" he groped Kirk's hips "-
and hot and hard." He moved his groin in an unambiguous gesture.

Kirk found this logic convincing, and the idea of having sex
right on the spot suddenly very appealing. With shaky fingers he
captured the handle of McCoy's lever and pulled it down.

"No underwear," he noticed.

"I was too slim for Uhura's stuff." Cautiously, McCoy peeled his
upper body out of the suit. "It looked better without anyway."

Kirk went down on his knees to open the lacing on McCoy's shoes
and help him out of them. Then he pulled the suit down McCoy's
legs and removed it.

McCoy returned the favor, quickly undressing Kirk. Seconds later,
they lay on the bed.

Kirk caressed McCoy's shoulders and arms. "You're so sexy. So
hot." He bent his head to suck at one nipple.

McCoy moaned, stroking his hair. "You're hot too, Jim."

Kirk's hand slipped down and cupped McCoy's labia. "How does that
feel?" he asked.

"Interesting...better than when I've tried." McCoy tilted one leg
to allow for a better angle.

With two fingers, Kirk probed deeper. "You're pretty wet
already," he stated.

"What do you expect when you've flirted with someone all
evening?" McCoy muttered. "Besides, pot and kettle and all." His
hand had found Kirk's genitals and rubbed along the hard shaft.

"Sorry. Maybe I thought you wouldn't be quite that...functional."
Kirk pulled out again and rubbed his wet fingers over the clit.

McCoy gasped. "Wow - keep doing that." He pressed his face onto
Kirk's shoulder as Kirk pursued stimulating the receptive spot
until McCoy's breathing became labored.

"It looks as if everything's in best working order," Kirk said,
equally amused and turned on by the arousal that openly showed in
McCoy's features.

McCoy's grip on Kirk's erection had eased for a moment, but now
he stimulated harder, stroking the shaft and the glans with
skilled fingers.

"Careful, or there won't be any fucking," Kirk gasped. "Did you
have sex with a man before? It feels like."

"Hmmm, twice. But actually, that's just my own preferred
technique."

"You never cease to amaze me."

McCoy raised his head, meeting his gaze. "Let's do it, Jim," he
said. "Now."

"Old-fashioned?"

"Old-fashioned." McCoy rolled on his back, spreading his legs.
Kirk moved to kneel between them. For another moment he caressed
along the inner thighs with his fingertips, then placed one hand
down on the mattress next to McCoy's body and shifted his weight
onto it. With his other, he guided his erection into the warm,
soft place. McCoy lay quiet, his eyes half closed.

"Everything alright?" Kirk asked, concerned.

"Yeah...just unusual. Get it on."

Kirk began rocked against him, rolling his hips on the way.
McCoy's eyes dropped, and he groaned quietly. "Not bad...not bad
at all."

"I can do better...wait a second." Kirk sank back on his knees,
half slipping out. "Raise your legs. Put your ankles on my
shoulders." After McCoy did as suggested, Kirk leaned on the
legs, pushing deeper again.

"Yes...that's better." McCoy took a rattling breath. "Fuck me,
Jim. Fuck me like you've never fucked before."

"Will - do." With his usual energy, Kirk began pushing and
pulling in a regular rhythm, putting all his weight into the
movement. Their joined gasps and groans filled the room,
increasing as the speed went higher, the impacts harder. Sweat
began covering their bodies, streaming down their foreheads and
pooling on their upper lips. Fingers got hold on Kirk's nubs, and
it was like an electric shortcut down to his groin. He wouldn't
last much longer.

"You're close to coming?" he asked. "Bones?"

McCoy opened his eyes. "What?"

"Are you coming?"

McCoy frowned. "I...I've no idea. It feels great, but I don't
know how to find the trigger. Just keep going, will ya?"

"Alright," Kirk said, but shifted to get one hand free to
stimulate the clit again.

"No, Jim," McCoy said some seconds later. "It feels much better
with all your weight. Stop fixating on this orgasm stuff. Just
keep going. I loved it just as it was."

"Whatever you want, Bones," Kirk said, half relieved and half
disappointed. He lay fully on McCoy again, wedging the slim legs
between their chests.  Their eyes locked, and then he thrust into
the welcoming female body with all his might. His hips working
with breathtaking speed, he pierced McCoy into the bed and gave
him the hard, hot fuck he'd wanted. In the end, Kirk's lids
dropped and his body involuntarily jerked, rhythm decaying to
erratic shoves as he came. He pounded into McCoy a few more
times, then halted his movements. With a happy sigh, he pulled
out and sank down on the bed next to him.

"Bones..." he murmured, and found arms wrapping him tightly. His
lips kissed the skin in closest reach, and it turned out to be
McCoy's shoulder.

"Thanks, Jim," McCoy said, and kissed him fully.

"My pleasure." Kirk stroked one of McCoy's breasts, covering the
hard nipple with his palm. "Did you like it?" he asked.

"It was great," McCoy said, tightening his embrace. "Top notch,
Jim." They remained arm in arm for a while, slacked against each
other.

"I gotta go," McCoy finally murmured, barely able to keep his
eyes open.

Kirk put his arm around his chest. "Just a minute."

And McCoy gave in, soon drifting into sleep.

*

It was some hours later, but still far before the alpha shift
when McCoy woke up again. His head hurt in the aftermath of the
party and the alcohol; this body just couldn't stand as much as
his male one, and he should've known it. His limbs and another
spot were aching too, but that came more from the special kind of
sport he'd participated in.

He turned his head and looked at Kirk. The captain's reputation
was more than earned. It had been great sex...and it wasn't Jim's
fault that it had nevertheless felt weird and unnatural to him.

It just didn't work, McCoy decided, and sat up with a sigh.

"Bones..." Kirk murmured sleepily, and captured his arm.

McCoy tenderly removed his hand. "I've got to go, Jim."

"But I don't want let you go." Kirk gave him a clearer gaze.

McCoy stood up, putting some distance between them. "It was
great, Jim. Without the alcohol, I wouldn't have done it, but I
don't regret a thing. But it still wasn't me, Jim. I still have
to leave." With effort, McCoy put on the catsuit again, but took
the shoes in his hands. He'd enough of heels for quite a while.

Kirk rubbed his forehead. "Will you came back after the
treatment?"

"I don't know. I thought it would be better to start somewhere
else...new places, new faces." McCoy swallowed hard as he saw
Kirk's frown.

"Sometimes things don't work out the way we want it," he said
with all the determination he could summon.

"You're very important to me, Bones," Kirk said. "You'll leave a
big, empty spot here."

McCoy smiled. "Thanks for not saying that I'm breaking your
heart. We had a pretty nice thing, and, hey, our friendship will
last even with some parsecs between us."

"It will." Kirk sat up. "Your leaving is scheduled for 1000?"

"Yes. Just enough time to pack the rest of my things," McCoy
said. "I'll see you in the transport bay - right?"

Kirk nodded. "Of course."

With a final nod, McCoy turned and left.

*

At the appointed time, the transporter bay was empty with only
Kirk at the console, who'd decided that he'd handle this
particular scene on his own.

"Bones," he said, eyeing his friend who was carrying a large bag,
"you won't think about it again?"

"No, Jim," McCoy said sadly. "It wouldn't work out, and you know
that too."

"Alright." Kirk nodded. "A kiss...?" he asked and drew near.
McCoy gave in, and so they shared some last intimacy. Then the
doctor turned and climbed the transport platform.

Kirk went to the console and readied himself to pull the
triggers.

"I'm ready," McCoy said, expecting the uncomfortable tingle of
the transporting to rush through his body. But instead, the two
men were shocked by an explosion that rattled the room. When the
fog vanished, the colorful figure of the Squire stood between
them, a broad smile on his face.

"Romance, tragic, trials and tribulations, love and pride!" the
Squire stated theatrically. "But how could I know that you would
take this gender thing so serious!" He wiggled his fancy costume.
"Man, woman - it's all the same in the end." He snipped his
fingers and, instead of the Squire, there was suddenly a lady in
medieval frock. "If it needs a bit of adjustment to get two
people together, why not doing it?"

"Because we humans don't like to be toyed with, and you should
know that?" McCoy glared at him.

"Ah," the lady said, and instantly re-mutated into the Squire.
"If I had asked you, you would've said no! And that's no fun!"

He disappeared and rematerialized next the console. With a
knowing look he linked arms with Kirk. "See, Captain, I received
those vibes in you both, and I thought, friends for so many
years, and still - there is something lacking! And so I decided
to accelerate your way to enlightenment."

"Alright, Mister, you had your catalysis. Can you now please
change me back into my old body? Because I really don't care for
this one!" McCoy stated sharply.

"How ungrateful," the Squire growled. "I've used my time and
wonderful imagination to find a perfect female visualization!"

"I admit, the body's really nice," Kirk agreed. "But it's just
not McCoy, so please, Squire, do him a favor and do your magic."

"If you really want that..." the Squire said, inhaling the
pleading gazes from them, "I...will do so!"

With a puff of gray smoke, the female body on the platform was
substituted by the old, well-known and very grumpy McCoy.

"So rest you well, my poor, limited friends. And may you pursue
your boring life - maybe I will visit you again in a century, to
see if you have developed." With another overly staged huff of
red, the Squire vanished.

"Ah, wonderful," McCoy said, touching and testing his male body.
"Permission to stay on board, Captain?"

"Permission granted, Dr. McCoy. Welcome back," Kirk said. They'd
have a hell of a welcome-back party tonight...

*

Kirk gave McCoy a full two days to adjust to his normal life.
Only then he went to see him, entering the cabin without
forewarning.

It was almost a deja-vu. McCoy sat on his bed, and his features
lit up when he saw Kirk. However, this time it wasn't a woman,
but a man; a man he'd known for years, shared many bright - and
some darker - moments with. And the man who had still the memory
of their night together.

Kirk sat down next to him, meeting McCoy's eyes.

"I've thought about the Squire's words," Kirk said. "Obviously it
wasn't just any joke, was it? He'd noticed some vibes from
you...and from me, obviously."

McCoy shrugged. "I don't know. It's not as if I've been dreaming
about you night and day." He looked at him, and Kirk took in the
well-known features, the homely face that could glow when McCoy
smiled...which he didn't enough. But maybe he, Kirk, would be
able to change that.

"Well," Kirk said, and pulled McCoy closer. "Maybe you didn't,
but I've done lately." He kissed him, taking in the difference to
the kisses they had shared before and then dismissing them as
irrelevantly. McCoy's lips still felt warm and soft against his,
and they opened to him as he probed deeper.

"You're sure you're not trying to prove something?" McCoy
whispered when they came up for some air. "You don't have to do
that, you know"

"I know," Kirk said.

"And I won't be a woman ever again."

"Not a problem." He caressed over McCoy's slim, male hips. "I
know what I want."

McCoy closed his eyes as Kirk patted his groin. "And you're
pretty convincing, Jim," he said in a low voice. "You probably
wouldn't believe me if I said you leave me cold?"

"Not at all," Kirk stated with a grin. "And while we've done it
quick last time, I think we should make it last very long
tonight," he added, and shifted McCoy on his back.

"Fine with me," McCoy said. "It will take a while for me to
believe all of this anyway." He dreamily caressed through Kirk's
hair.

Kirk laughed. "In a way, you're cozier as a man than as a woman."

"Of course. In that female body, I had to prove to everyone
including myself that I was still a guy. Now I can just be
myself."

"Soft and sweet," Kirk teased him.

"Yes." McCoy's fingers delved under Kirk's shirt, stroking the
hairless chest.

"Mushy McCoy..." Kirk strategically placed one knee between
McCoy's legs.

"As long as I'm in my right body, I don't mind," McCoy agreed.
"But you shouldn't forget -"

With one quick movement, he flipped Kirk on his back, pressing
his bulge into the other man's groin. "I'm not a woman anymore."

"I think I can get used to it," Kirk winked, and rocked against
his friend. "It feels unusual, but good."

McCoy smiled, but then sighed deeply. "There just one thing I
hate."

"Yes?" Kirk frowned.

"I think I've to thank that damn Squire for his coup," McCoy
stated grumpily.

With a hearty laughter, Kirk pulled his friend into a kiss,
silencing them both efficiently for a long time.

***


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