Belonging 2/? (Star Trek, McSpork, sequel to Acceptance)
Title: Belonging
Rating: M (for a reason this time, folks!!)
Word Count: 7246
Summary: Once found, belonging is the thing we will fight the most for.
Note: Porn awaits ye! And some angst. Enjoy!
The amount of time that passed was immeasurable, but it had surely been more than moments, more than minutes, because the incense had finished burning and the soft light flooding in from the window-esque holes in the temple ceiling had dimmed.
They shook their heads, trying to clear the lingering fog from being nearly comatose for however long it had taken. They straightened slightly, slowly becoming aware of a throbbing…something tickling the corners of their awareness, something familiar to two of them, and not so familiar to one. But the main thing they felt was the bond. Glowing warm and strong, it was one of the most beautiful things they had felt. It was pulsing slow and deep and warm, minds calm and lazy. The heat of the bond slowly started seeping throughout their bodies, skin flushing slightly.
Jim pushed himself to his feet and held out his hands to Bones and Spock. Their fingers tangled together and the feelings from the bond intensified considerably, forcing the breath from their lungs momentarily. After they stretched for a few long minutes -they didn't know how long they had been like that, practically comatose, but it had been long enough for all their muscles to tense and cramp-before Spock pushed into their arms, nuzzling their cheeks.
"Thank you both..." He said softly, and they hugged him tighter.
"Thank you for agreeing. It's better than I could have imagined..." Jim said softly. McCoy gave a snort,
"Understatement of the year, Jim, but yeah. Thank you Spock..." They pulled back and smiled at him, that mild familiar throbbing heightening as they watched him, taking in his features, savoring his beauty...
His pale skin was flushed, though not as much as it was when he was embarrassed or laughing, and his face was completely relaxed, lips pulled into just the hint of a soft, loving smile. His hair was just barely messy, a few locks out of place. His warm brown eyes were like melted chocolate framed by long, elegant black eyelashes. He was the most breathtaking creature either of them had ever seen.
Jim drew in a slightly shaky breath and cupped Spock's cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin just beneath his eye.
Spock tilted his head to the side, leaning into his touch. Leonard watched the way he closed his eyes slightly, long lashes standing out against pale cheeks, and couldn't help but reach out, gently tracing the black, drawing a line up to his eyebrow and tracing it. Spock's eyes slowly slitted open, sultry almost, looking at him from under half masted lids. The brown was dark, much darker than they were used to. Almost black.
His lips were wet and parted, mint green as his tongue darted out over them. He leaned forward a little bit, turning his head to nose at Bones' wrist while keeping Jim's hand on his other cheek. Inhaling deeply, Spock let his eyes drift closed.
It was then that Spock realized that he felt strange... His body was reacting in ways he didn't understand, he didn't know what was happening. All he knew is that he wanted something. He wasn't sure what it was, just that he wanted it. It was engrained in every part of his being, turning his stomach, stirring things he hadn't felt before.
The need was strong, so very strong, and Spock felt his legs shake as they went weak. He lowered himself to the soft crystalline surface of the dais, making it look as natural as he could. Jim and Bones were left with their hands still held out to where his face had been, both looking at him oddly. Spock stared up at them, feeling his breath quickening as the faint light from the holes in the ceiling cast shadows over their faces and bodies, putting emphasis on certain parts of their anatomy that made Spock lick his lips.
Jim and McCoy looked down at him closely, and easily dropped down on the floor, neither of them acknowledging the burst of something that seeing that green tinged tongue sliding out between full, lips that just begged to be... They cut that train of thought off. They looked at each other, and noticed that they both seemed to be suffering from it. From something that made them stare at the body before them and want to claim it.
Spock shifted impatiently -impatient for what, he didn't know- and uncurled his legs from underneath him, leaning back on his arms so he wouldn't fall. His keen eyes caught the way his bondmates' pupils blew out, leaving thin lines of color around black depths. He brought one hand around to pull the hem of his shirt down from where it had ridden up his belly.
They traced the movement, eyes focused on that small sliver of skin, wishing that it didn't have to go, that they could see more of it. It had looked a little strange. A different color than they were used to, but they attributed it to the lighting, and the strange thoughts that were running through their head. Granted, thoughts of pinning Spock to the ground beneath their weight and slowly driving him to completion weren't all that bad, in fact they had entertained them often, but it wasn't supposed to happen like this.
They had been planning on taking Spock back to their quarters on the Enterprise and keeping him there for a few days -Leonard had already written up the medical leave forms and left them on his desk- but those plans were swept away to never be seen again. Jim inched forward on his hands and knees, outside of his right thigh rubbing against McCoy's.
Jim and Bones had been intimate with each other before, long before Spock entered their lives. But Spock...the way he was sitting there, the way he shifted his weight from one side to the other was too much, the way his pupils blew out when he watched them inch closer... Then they realized, they didn't have lube, they had nothing, what the hell were they doing? What the heck was going on?!
That's when Bones' eyes wandered over to Spock's ear and he caught sight of a little bottle of oil sitting innocently on the crystal about two feet away. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he almost choked. He nudged Jim's side with his elbow and watched as his own reaction was repeated by him. Spock watched on obliviously, shifting his legs apart unconsciously and twisting his hips slightly.
They shifted, resolve crumbling, something wanted them to claim their new bondmate, fill him up, show him pleasure, and those hips... Those hips and the way they rocked to the side as he placed one leg underneath him and sat on it made them want to shove him over, slowly spread his legs apart and drive up into him. They looked at each other, looked at the lube, tested the ground around them and slowly crawled forward, if Sarek and Salek had left lube, then it was likely something that was natural, as weird as that thought was.
Jim pushed at Spock's shoulder almost forcefully until the Vulcan was spread out on his back, shirt riding up and hair forming a dark, messy halo around his head. He reached a hand out and grabbed the vial of oil, handing it off to Bones. He bent his head and mouthed at the curve of Spock's jaw, rubbing his hand over his ribs through his soft, thin blue shirt.
Spock leaned back, his head tilting under Jim's mouth, gasping slightly at the feel of a human cool hand slowly sliding under his shirt, pressing into his stomach, tracing along his side to rest on his heart. McCoy placed the oil to the side, giving Jim a look as he did so, meeting blue eyes as the brown closed. In that second a flair of connection came, and they read each other like a book. They knew what they wanted, and they knew exactly how they were going to do it.
Spock pushed himself up a few inches as Bones tugged his shirt off. He laid back down and lifted his hips as Jim started working on the clasp to his pants, fingers rubbing over the considerable bulge through the slightly rough material. As soon as the button popped through the hole and the zip was down, Jim shoved his hand inside Spock's briefs, fingers curling around hard, fire hot flesh.
Spock groaned and arched, unfamiliar sensations shooting from his groin and up to his brain, making the bond flare hot. Jim's hand explored carefully, mapping out differences before slowly trailing down from his member to somewhere else. Somewhere Spock hadn't touched much himself, somewhere that made him arch higher, somewhere that made him realize what he had wanted, what he had needed. His lips parted, his tongue sliding out between them, moistening them as he writhed.
Bones tugged Spock's pants and briefs down to his ankles and watched, mesmerized, as Jim reached out and jerked Spock's emerald green length hard with one hand and rubbed his fingers between his cheeks with the other. Spock threw his head back, bucking his hips. Both humans' pants constricted painfully at the delicious sight.
Spock opened his mouth panting slightly as Jim pumped him, and began pressing one finger against the tight ring of muscle, rubbing into it, slowly angling the tip and beginning to push past it. The sensation was weird, but not altogether unpleasant, although it was beginning to burn...
Leonard crawled up beside Spock, laving his tongue over his plump bottom lip as he tugged his leg up, pressing his knee to his chest to give Jim easier access. When he moved away to look down at the beautiful half Vulcan, the area of sensitive skin where he had licked was slightly darker than the rest. He ignored it, figuring it was a trick of the almost non-existent light as he moved down to his jaw.
Bones lips slowly pressed to the angular bone, tracing it gently down to his Adams apple. He sucked it carefully, and then trailed his tongue down to the base of his collarbone. This time when he pulled back he was sure he could see something. But the sight of Spock coming unglued arrested his attention. Then he noticed why when he looked down at Jim.
The pink of Jim's tongue clashed with the oh so green of Spock's cock as it swirled around the head teasingly, pressing just barely into the slit at the tip before moving lower to prod at the second ridge. He pushed his finger in completely, curling the tip to rub over the silky soft walls until he found the tell tale bump of Spock's prostate (Bones figured such because of the way the Vulcan whined).
Bones groaned slightly, eyes flicking to Spock’s face as his lids fluttered, only to trace that flush down and land on two hardened nubs that begged to be acknowledged. He leaned over and licked one with his tongue, gaining a gasp, and then nipped it, his thumb pressing and rubbing against Spock's other nipple. Another whining keen left Spock's mouth as Jim pressed his prostate again, and just barely grazed his teeth along the shaft.
When Leonard pulled away once more, the skin around Spock's nipples was a decidedly much, much darker green than it had been and when he looked at his thumb, it gleamed a slight peach color.
He cocked his head slightly, confusion mounting and sparking. Then he looked closer at Spock's neck and noticed the darker green stripe among the mint. What the hell... He licked his thumb and ran a line across Spock's collarbone gently, watching a darker green tint become more apparent and blinking. Spock seemed to have noticed what he was doing, and tensed slightly, only to groan as Jim sucked hard.
Spock brought his hand up to try and distract Bones, and though those long, elegant fingers were in general very distracting, Leonard batted the limb away. He swiped his tongue over his hand and palmed at Spock's chest, hand coming away peachy and leaving a circle of smudged something on Spock's skin. He tugged on Jim's hair a bit to get him to watch and then dipped his head, licking long, slow strips over Spock's belly, leaving his skin striped emerald and mint.
Jim blinked, watching it change, narrowing his eyes in slight confusion and trailing his eyes up to meet his bondmates brown ones, slight fear in their depths showing as well as slowly building up across the bond. That was unacceptable.
"Spock?" Jim asked as he half reluctantly pulled away from the Vulcan's erection. Spock turned his gaze away, staring up at the starry sky through the hole directly above his head. His teeth were gnawing at the inside of his bottom lip and it was easy to catch the scent of his copper based blood in the -moderately- clean air.
"Hey, hey...none of that, come on..." Bones said quietly, reaching out to press that bottom lip and coax it out from his teeth, pressing his thumb against it and tracing gently. "You don't have anything to be afraid of, we're bonded, and we’re not leaving. We just want to understand. What is all this?"
"It is makeup, as I am sure you must have already guessed, Doctor." Spock whispered, keeping his eyes fixed on the sky.
Jim blinked, eyebrows knitting as he looked at him. "But why would you..." And then he took a closer look, staring down at the peach streaked emerald, seeing the difference, the contrast. He had found his reason. Bones had relaxed his grasp on Spock's knee, Spock moving to straighten his leg, the arousal not even close to fading, but ignored. Jim narrowed his eyes at Bones and reached for the oil.
When Spock started struggling weakly, not sure if he really wanted to escape his mates, Leonard pulled and tugged until he was sitting up and slipped behind him, legs on either side of him as he pressed his chest to Spock's back. He smeared his fingers through the peach makeup on Spock's belly, pressing a kiss into his hair.
"Tell us why, Spock…" he whispered into his ear, just loud enough for Jim to hear him as he coated his fingers in the sweet smelling oil.
Spock took a breath, leaning back into Bones, he had done enough evading, and he was with these men for the rest of his life. He owed them himself. All of him. "I left Vulcan at seventeen. When I came to Terra, it was more of a shift than I had anticipated. My...appearance gained interest. I was different, and the shade of my skin did not help matters. All Vulcans are this tint." He gestured to a line of green amongst the peach. "On Vulcan, this makeup would be used to protect from the more harmful weather, on Terra, we merely choose to hide it. While I was amongst the humans I found out why..."
Jim's hands halted along with Spock words. He dropped them onto Spock's thighs and leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly.
"Spock?" Bones questioned, running his hands over the Vulcan's shaking arms and shoulders.
Spock breathed in deep, closing his eyes. He tilted his head back onto Leonard's shoulder and returned to staring up at the star spattered sky.
"The precise pigment to a Vulcan's skin seems to appeal to the more...violent, dominate human psyches..." his whisper was barely audible, but it made both his mates tense and he felt slow understanding and anger filter in through the bond. He quickly blocked his end of the connection as they tried to delve into his mind
"It...it did not get far. Four of them cornered me in an unused corridor..."
"Four?!"
"How did you get out of that, Spock?" Jim asked softly.
"Admiral Pike," Spock answered quietly, leaning further back into Leonard.
"Did you press charges?" Bones asked, a sharp edge of angry bite in his voice. It was smoothly countered by the human-cool hand carding through Spock’s silken hair.
"I..." He licked his lips, leaning into the hand in his hair, eyes closing. "I did not wish to, but Admiral Pike did it for me. Refused to let them get away with it."
"Good. Bloody bastards..." Bones hand tightened in Spock's hair for a second, relaxing when Spock tensed, kissing his ear in apology.
"Even if he had not, my father's short meeting with them would have ensured that they would never approach me after the incident." Spock's lips quirked into a small smile and he relaxed back against Bones, dropping one of his hands to rest on one of Jim's.
They gave a snort, "I bet it would." Bones said softly as Jim smirked. Their joy that it didn't get any farther not mentioned, Jim's hand twisted to squeeze Spock's hand gently, his other hand still playing with scented oil. Blue eyes met hazel over an elegant shoulder in silent conversation. Bones reached down to Spock's knees, spreading his legs apart slowly, eyes locked on Jim's blue ones.
Jim traced the rim of Spock's puckered entrance with the tip of one finger before pushing two inside, inhuman heat enveloping the digits. Spock moaned and hooked his legs over Leonard's bent knees, fisting one hand in Bones' hair and the other in the material of his pants at his outer thigh. He pressed down against Jim's fingers as he sunk another one in, twisting his wrist and pushing deep.
That insistent throbbing was back, and this time it was stronger. As though what had been a temporary reprieve was gone, and the purpose could be completed. That throbbing, that need, consumed the Vulcan, making him press his hips back onto Jim's hand, and making Jim wish desperately that his fingers weren't the ones rubbing into the hot velvet walls. Bones ground his pelvis into Spock's lower back with a groan, wishing that Jim would hurry, but unwilling to rush, unwilling to cause pain.
Bones trailed his fingers down Spock's side until he reached his ass, hand brushing against Jim's. He dipped one finger between his cheeks and rubbed hard at the stretched muscle as Jim thrust three fingers in and out. Spock arched his back, trying to press down further but finding himself restricted by Leonard's knees. He whined, tugging hard at his mate's hair.
Bones tilted his head back slightly with the tug, and in retaliation hooked his finger next to Jim's and pulled, stretching it further. Spock keened at that, and when that finger trailed up and around the fingers that were still thrusting in and out, the hand’s grip faltered, and his back arched farther. Bones kissed his mate’s ear in reward for letting go, and then sucked at it.
Jim licked a strip up from the tip of Spock's cock, over his belly button, to the dip of the Vulcan's throat. He nuzzled the area then moved up to bite at the thin, silky skin beneath his sharp chin. He moved off to the right and bit at the left side of Spock's neck, curling his fingers and lightly scraping his blunt nails over his insides. Spock growled, baring his teeth as he twisted his head to claim Leonard’s mouth in a hard, rough kiss.
Leonard kissed him back just as hard, that small cut that Spock had made biting his lip reopening, the taste of copper filling both their mouths. Strangely, they didn't mind, and when Jim leaned forward, hooking and pulling his fingers up, while Bones’ single finger was hooked at the other side of his hole and pressed down, Spock gasped at the stretch, Jim's mouth replacing Bones' as that finger continued pressing.
Gently slipping his fingers free, Jim tried to simultaneously kiss Spock senseless and tug his golden shirt up over his head. When he failed, he backed away just far enough to rid himself of his shirt before meshing their lips together once more. His hands immediately went to work on his pants, only managing to unbutton and unzip them halfway before he was pushing them down with Bones’ help, kicking them off to the side.
Spock's eyes trailed down the naked body of his mate for the first time, Jim stretching out slightly for him to highlight certain features. When Spock's eyes alighted on the dusky pink penis of his mate he gave a soft whimper. Jim smirked at him, and in a moment of brilliant deviousness reached his hand out to Spock. Spock blinked and reached out to touch it, only to have Jim pour the oil on that hand, and scoot closer, giving him easy access to touch.
His cheeks flushed dark green as he hesitantly curled his fingers around the rigid, human-cool flesh. He pressed his thumb just under the head, spreading his fingers along the entire length, pinkie pressed to the slightly coarse blond hairs surrounding the base. Jim gasped and bucked his hips, pushing deeper into that hot grip. He pressed his open mouth against Spock's, panting against his lips.
"That's it Spock, just like that...make sure you coat it all, we don't want you to get torn. We're planning on filling you up so full...God Spock, you have no idea...just how full you're going to feel..." Jim whispered against his lips, Spock's eyes widening slightly at the words, arousal spiking, and suddenly Leonard's fingers that were still inside him no longer felt like enough. He needed more.
Bones took over as Jim shoved his tongue into Spock's mouth, "You'll be stretched so wide, darlin’...but you'll keep beggin’ for more, want us to go harder and faster.." he groaned against one pointed ear, grinding against Spock's lower back as he licked into it.
Spock twisted his hand one last time, letting go of Jim's member, the skin coated in oil. Jim scooted back a bit after one last gentle kiss, and spread his legs slightly. "Ready?" Jim asked softly. Spock took a breath and then inclined his head. Bones took hold of Spock's ass, spreading it and lifting him, it wasn't as easy as it once had been, but he did it. Spock reached out, taking hold of Jim's shoulders as Leonard slowly lowered his ass down to rest on the top of Jim's cock that had been held steady for him.
Jim pushed in carefully, watching avidly as he easily sunk into his mate. Spock's body accepted him eagerly, clenching around him hot and tight once he was completely enveloped. They were both panting hard, one of Spock's hands gripped onto Jim's shoulder tight enough that one jerky movement or squeeze would surely break the bone. Jim buried his face in the side of Spock's neck, trying to hold himself still.
Spock panted against his shoulder, trying to adjust, trying to remember the Vulcan muscle control techniques that he had perfected at a young age. Slowly he adjusted, and let his hand slacken, noticing the start of a bruise and kissing it gently in apology. Jim nuzzled him, eyes opening to watch as his other mate watched them, Leonard’s eyes fixed to the joining of their bodies. Jim leaned back teasingly, letting him see better as Spock automatically followed his movement.
Leonard groaned, eyes following the shift as Jim's cock slipped out of Spock a little. He pressed his thumb to the base of Jim's length then rubbed a path up to the stretched muscle of Spock's ass, just barely smoothing the pad of his finger along it. He was completely transfixed, eyes half lidded and dark. He scooted back on his knees and bent over, grabbing at Spock's cheeks with both hands. His tongue followed the same trail his thumb had; swirling around Spock’s flushed entrance.
Jim and Spock both moaned, Spock due to the tongue, Jim due to the fact that Spock's inner walls had clenched slightly. Leonard's tongue slowly poked up and in, making the two of them shudder, clutch at each other and pant. Jim finally pushed his head away shakily, "Aren't you a little overdressed for this sort of stuff, Bones?" His tone was quietly teasing.
Bones pulled away reluctantly after giving one last, long swipe of his tongue over Jim's cock and Spock's hole. He grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it off in the general direction of both his mates' clothes. He braced himself with one hand on Spock's back as he wriggled out of his pants and pushed them away with one foot.
Spock's head craned around slightly, eyes locked on the other, trailing down to that other proud erection, and licked at his lips, mind working out the size his hole would have to accommodate to fit both of them in, and somehow not caring at the amount. He wanted both. He wanted them inside him. Jim's eyes watched as Leonard slicked himself up carefully, and slowly lowered himself behind Spock.
Spock reached a long arm back and wrapped it around Bones' back, pulling him close up against him. Leonard lined himself up and pressed forward slow and careful, dropping his forehead to the still peachy skin of Spock's back, between his shoulder blades. He licked over the knobs of the Vulcan's spine as he pushed in a little more insistently, groaning at the tight, oh so tight heat.
Spock's back arched slightly, his hips canting back to try and give more space, relieve pressure. Jim hissed through his teeth as Bones slid in a bit more, the head of Bones’ dick beginning to press deeper into Spock's tight channel, the Vulcan letting out a small keening cry, clutching tight to Jim and resting his head on his shoulder. It was so much, and Bones hadn't gone past the head.
Leonard rubbed Spock's side with one hand and held tight to his hip with the other, resisting the overpowering urge to drive in hard and thrust mindlessly. Spock gasped as the image assaulted his mind, legs aching as he spread them wider and tried to impale himself further, eyes hot and wild and desperate. He smashed his mouth against Jim's, biting and sucking at his lips.
Bones finally got past the head, watching as his two mates almost tried to devour each other they were kissing so hard, and braced his hands on Spock's thighs, pushing down on them, while slowly pushing up and in, deeper, Spock's inner channel hot and moist and tight and too welcoming to resist any longer. He forced himself to stop as his pelvis pressed up against Spock, not wanting to cause his mate any pain. He rested his chin on Spock's shoulder, watching intently as his mates kissed, green and pink curling together between parted lips of paler shades of the same colors. He nuzzled the side of Spock's head, nipping the lobe of his ear as his lips found it.
Spock's mouth parted in a gasp, McCoy registered the reaction and nipped it again, then nipping all the way up to the tip, Spock shuddering as it was enveloped in cool moistness. Jim shifted, driving his dick up just a little more, making the two of them part and gasp, eyes locking on Jim.
Jim smirked and did it again and again, short, sporadic jerks of his hips drawing gasps from Spock and grunts from Bones. He grabbed at Spock's ribs and lifted him up as much as he could manage from his position, sliding his cock out a few inches before pulling Spock back down and thrusting up at the same time.
Spock let out a moan at the slow feeling of being refilled, his legs aching and shaking, his inner walls clenching and making Bones hiss, as Jim groaned. So much, he was so full, Spock twisted his hips, making them hiss, their hands reaching out to wrap around those hips, lift them up, push them back down.
"P...please..." Spock gasped and stuttered, thighs quivering as he followed his mates' too slow thrusts. His hands curled into fists at Jim's back and he impaled himself on their cocks with his full weight, dropping his head back against Leonard's shoulder.
They groaned, and yet still, Leonard managed to smile, tilting his head next to Spock's ear to whisper, "Told ya..." Spock didn't reply, merely keened, his eyes slitting closed. Jim looked at Bones, his lower lip sticking out slightly; he was definitely a fan of the 'harder, faster' idea. Leonard gave a huff and a smirk, and inclined his head.
Jim sucked at Spock's Adams apple as he gave an almost viciously hard thrust, groaning at the feel of Spock clenching around them tightly. His thrusts became almost frantic as that overwhelming feeling of need intensified exponentially, mind fuzzy with desire and primal lust. He growled and sunk his teeth into the side of Spock's neck, pushing as deep as he could inside the inhuman heat of Spock's body and rolling his hips forward.
Bones hissed, as Spock arched and gasped, panting as Jim went deeper and harder. Jim let go of his neck, licking it and trying to soothe it. Bones worked his hips up and attempted to find the tempo, finally managing to hit it, they went in time, deep and hard. Spock's back arched, his breath gasped, his hands fisting to either side, unwilling to grasp them.
Jim felt a desperate, tingling heat pool low in his belly. Each and every muscle in his body tensed as he continued to drive into a wantonly moaning Spock, trailing a hand up to pinch and rub at one of his dusky green nipples. The Vulcan whimpered, ducking his head as he unclenched one of his hands to stroke himself wildly. The action tore an inhuman, animalistic sound from deep in his throat, vibrating against Leonard's sweaty chest through his back.
That noise enticed something deep in Leonard, heat pooling deep in his gut, and he pounded up, pounded in, and the three of them toppled over to the side. There was a moment of confusion before they caught up with whose limbs were whose, and the two of them drove up, harder and faster than ever, sweat running, the makeup covering Spock dripping and smearing along them and onto the dais, staining it.
Fingers slipping through the wetness of the makeup on Spock's thighs, Jim slipped his hand between the Vulcan's long, shaking legs. He slowed his thrusts, taking a moment to revel in the heat of Spock's body and the friction of Bones' cock rubbing against his before he shifted his hips and prodded at the rim of Spock's entrance with a still slick fingertip.
Spock's eyes opened wide at that sensation, and when it pressed in deeper, slowly stretching it out to the side, they slowly fluttered closed, his head falling back as his lips parted and his tongue flicked out to wet them as he gasped. McCoy felt the added pressure and dug his cock deep into Spock and then twisted his hips to the side, stretching it more, making Spock keen.
"So hot inside you, baby... All wet and stretched so good around us, wanton and begging for it with your eyes..." Jim panted, sinking another finger in beside the first as he thrust into him slow and languid, breath puffing out over Spock's cheek as he moved to reacquaint himself with the dark, bruising green bite mark he'd left on his neck.
Spock moaned in response, his body shaking, Jim licked a long stripe up that bite mark, "I love the fact that people will see this and know exactly what we've been doing, how you were the one who took it, how you won't be able to sit..." a third finger traced the rim of Spock's hole, "without remembering," it slowly pressed down and into him, "just what we did to you," that finger pushed just a little deeper, and stretched just a little more, "and just how much you loved it."
It was too much.
Spock came with a glass shattering wail, one hand grabbing at Jim's already bruised shoulder and the other holding tight to Leonard's thigh. His entire body jerked and shook and his mind went completely black. He went impossibly tight around his mates' rigid lengths.
The feeling of Spock's orgasm flared through the bond, and the squeeze of his inner walls crushing his two mate's cocks together tightly and rippling made them gasp, and follow him over the brink, toppling over with a shout.
W hen Jim and Leonard came back to themselves, it was to the sound of Spock purring sleepily and contentedly, his melted-chocolate eyes almost fully closed. His lips and neck were bruised, along with his hips and thigh. Every inch of his skin was flushed a deep, bright emerald green, still streaked with wet, dripping peach coloured makeup.
They noticed they were still inside him and began to pull out, their mate’s nose scrunching slightly at the sensation, his eyes drifting fully closed and clenching. They felt a moment of remorse, only to feel a contented hum float along the bond that seemed stronger than it had been when it had all started.
They settled to either side of him once more, trying to catch their breath. Spock turned over and nuzzled Leonard's chest as Jim curled around his back and rubbed his hip. They all knew they'd have to clean up and leave soon, but the silence was comfortable and the bond was alive and humming with happiness and pleasure and contentment. More than that, though, Spock's adorable purring was lulling them into a sleepy state.
………………
Jim and Bones woke up slowly, eyes flickering open, and squinting at the bright sunlight that shone down on them, their hands moving up to shield their eyes, only to notice the cloth that covered them. They blinked, looking down at the cloth and then looked up slowly. There, right in front of their field of vision stood Sarek, and Salek, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and slight smirks on their faces.
Spock was still dead to the world.
"Good morning Jim, Leonard," Salek said, amusement clear in his voice.
"I assume your evening and night were rather...eventful?" Sarek questioned, teasing in a way only Vulcans could be.
Jim and Bones slowly sat upright, keeping their eyes focused on the two in front of them, unwilling to blink. Spock stirred slightly at the loss of their forms, eyes blinking open, that inner eyelid sliding closed at the light shining on them, looking up. He was still streaked with peach makeup, and Jim and Bones were painfully aware of each and every bruise and mark that covered Spock's body, and then their own.
Spock sat up, completely unselfconscious, and covered his mouth as he yawned. He looked up at Sarek and Salek, inner eyelid blinking open.
"Good morning Father, Ambassador." he said calmly, which contrasted extremely with his controlled, pained wince as he rested his weight on his backside. Salek chuckled lightly, eyes warm.
Jim and McCoy winced at that laugh, looking up at them with slightly wide eyes. Spock seemed to notice their discomfort and blinked at them in slight confusion, and then seemed to realize. He gave a brief half roll of his eyes and looked up at his father and the Ambassador with the word 'human's' practically screaming from their depths. "Jim, Leonard...you were hoping to clean up, before leaving here, were you not?”
"U-uh, yeah…" Jim said nervously, trying to shift lower to hide more efficiently under the blanket. Bones was doing the same on Spock's other side, and as they were both looking down at the blanket, missed the sight of Sarek and Salek turning their heads to each other and rolling their eyes in a most human way -as Spock had done, the three Vulcans exchanging amused glances.
Spock sighed, and slowly stood up, pain forced to the back of his mind, and looked down at the two humans staring up at him with wide, slightly shocked eyes. "Well, then I suggest you get up and follow them."
Cheeks cherry red, Jim and Bones stood, staying safe behind the curtain their blanket acted as. They pressed close and wrapped themselves up in the white material, covering themselves completely from their shoulders to their knees. They stumbled over to Sarek and Salek, looking up at the tall Vulcan men in embarrassment.
"Now, if we are all ready, I will ask you to follow us." They turned and stepped off the dais, Spock examining it critically and noticing a looping path that went around it. He followed that, unwilling to stretch muscles that protested with every step he took. Jim and McCoy looked at the floor, looked at each other, and jumped down, trying to pull the blanket back down around their knees when it wafted up.
Spock made a fist around a handful of the soft, cottony material and dragged them along, easily managing the pain as his body grew accustomed to the movement as he walked. His father and elder counterpart led them to a section of the cave near the entrance where a shower was hidden in a considerably large alcove.
The two turned around, indicating it quietly, "Any personal hygiene products you need will be found there, as well as clean uniforms. We requested them from your ship earlier this morning." Jim could just see Scotty's face now...
Sarek and Salek exited the cave and Spock tugged his mates into the alcove rather forcefully. He quickly turned the shower on and tilted his head back, letting the soothing water cascade over his entire body. Peachy water swirled down the drain as Spock soaked for a few moments, Jim and Bones watching him avidly. Spock was beautiful.
When the last of the peach makeup was gone and Spock stood there, his skin pale, a slight emerald tint showing through where the skin was thinner and his hair was wet and plastered to his head, his ears slicing the hairline cleanly, they immediately understood why he would be a target for multiple forms of assault. The thought was terrifying, but the amazing thing was they had claim to that being and he to them. No one else would ever get a chance. They would make sure of it; they would always be there to take care of him.
They quickly moved forward to join their mate under the warm spray of water. Foregoing cleaning themselves for the moment, Jim reached for the shampoo while Leonard reached for the soap. Jim massaged the thick, sweet smelling -the same as the oil, he realized, and immediately became embarrassed at the interested twitch his cock gave at the thought- liquid into Spock's hair as Bones rubbed the bar of soap over Spock's body. Jim tilted Spock's head back and made him close his eyes as he rinsed the shampoo from the silky strands.
Spock was purring gently again, something they hadn't known he could do, but something they were happy to realize he could. Spock's eyes opened when Jim tilted his head back down, and he blinked at them. "Are your intentions to make it so that I will not be able to walk at all?" Spock asked finally, noticing Jim's expression.
Jim just grinned and shook his head, moving away a little to start washing himself. He rubbed some of the shampoo into his hair and then trailed his overly soapy hands over his body, ridding his skin of sweat residue and dried come.
Bones smirked at him, "Tempting as it is, we have to get back to the ship sometime." He ran a finger over Spock's ear gently and then moved to get clean as well. They were silent as they cleaned themselves, letting the hot water pound into them, soothing aches that had been left over.
Spock switched the water off and brought over a large, fluffy towel. He wrapped it around his mates' shoulders and dried them gently and carefully, lips quirking as he felt their mutual desire to do the same to him. Jim was pouting faintly, expressing his disappointment through the threads of the bond. As soon as he reached their thighs, he lowered himself to his knees to continue his ministrations.
They looked down at him as he stripped the water from their bodies, minds sliding through images of what he could be doing while he was kneeling there, but when he was done, he merely hooked the towel over an arm, and slowly stood back up, carefully.
His eyebrow arched and he smirked faintly as he glanced down at their very prominent erections, turning to procure his own towel and dry himself quickly and methodically. Disposing of the two sodden towels, Spock moved off to the other side of the alcove, bending to pick his clothes up from the small, low stool they were placed on.
"Tease..."
"Apologies, did you want something?" Spock asked, looking up at them innocently.
"You damn well know what we want, you pointy eared Vulcan bastard." Bones growled and glared playfully, voice holding an affectionate undertone. He dragged Jim over to get their own uniforms and held the blond by the wrists when he reached out to grab Spock's hips.
"Awww...Bones..."
"No, you're clean, he's clean, and we need to get back to the ship. Maybe back in our quarters. But not now, so control your urges, you oversexed moron..."
Their bickering continued as they dressed and walked out of the sacred temple, ceasing only once they were within easy hearing range of Sarek and Salek. The two elder Vulcans still looked highly amused and Spock once again felt embarrassment flood in from his bondmates, the emotion feeding from its reflection until both Jim and Bones were completely flushed, ducking their heads and shuffling their feet.
The two elder Vulcans smiled in that way that only Vulcans can do, permitting a tiny shake of the head. "Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure. We bid of you all to live long, and prosper." With that they held out their communicators that they had been entrusted with and gave one last bow before leaving.
Jim flipped open his communicator with natural ease when they were gone, "Scotty?"
"Yes Cap'n?" Scotty's voice came, amusement seeping from his words.
"Time to beam us back."
"Aye sir!"
Those same silvery white swirls from the previous evening -and any time the transporter was activated- surrounded them and the beautiful New Vulcan scenery faded into the bright walls of the Transporter Room.
Scotty stood behind the controls, no entourage this time, beaming at them happily. "So, any interestin' goings on when you were down there, Cap'n? A little..." He winked and smirked at them after wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Spock's eyebrows flew up and started a game of hide and seek under his bangs, clearly indicating that they wouldn't answer his question. He moved forward and stepped off the transporter pad carefully, close to ashamed as he failed to hide his uncomfortable, pained flinch. Jim gave Scotty two thumbs up and a large, goofy grin as he and Leonard followed their Vulcan-pouty mate.
Scotty looked after the Vulcan in slight surprise...
"Funny...I always thought he'd be the one to claim 'em...."
CHAPTER 3
Rating: M (for a reason this time, folks!!)
Word Count: 7246
Summary: Once found, belonging is the thing we will fight the most for.
Note: Porn awaits ye! And some angst. Enjoy!
The amount of time that passed was immeasurable, but it had surely been more than moments, more than minutes, because the incense had finished burning and the soft light flooding in from the window-esque holes in the temple ceiling had dimmed.
They shook their heads, trying to clear the lingering fog from being nearly comatose for however long it had taken. They straightened slightly, slowly becoming aware of a throbbing…something tickling the corners of their awareness, something familiar to two of them, and not so familiar to one. But the main thing they felt was the bond. Glowing warm and strong, it was one of the most beautiful things they had felt. It was pulsing slow and deep and warm, minds calm and lazy. The heat of the bond slowly started seeping throughout their bodies, skin flushing slightly.
Jim pushed himself to his feet and held out his hands to Bones and Spock. Their fingers tangled together and the feelings from the bond intensified considerably, forcing the breath from their lungs momentarily. After they stretched for a few long minutes -they didn't know how long they had been like that, practically comatose, but it had been long enough for all their muscles to tense and cramp-before Spock pushed into their arms, nuzzling their cheeks.
"Thank you both..." He said softly, and they hugged him tighter.
"Thank you for agreeing. It's better than I could have imagined..." Jim said softly. McCoy gave a snort,
"Understatement of the year, Jim, but yeah. Thank you Spock..." They pulled back and smiled at him, that mild familiar throbbing heightening as they watched him, taking in his features, savoring his beauty...
His pale skin was flushed, though not as much as it was when he was embarrassed or laughing, and his face was completely relaxed, lips pulled into just the hint of a soft, loving smile. His hair was just barely messy, a few locks out of place. His warm brown eyes were like melted chocolate framed by long, elegant black eyelashes. He was the most breathtaking creature either of them had ever seen.
Jim drew in a slightly shaky breath and cupped Spock's cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin just beneath his eye.
Spock tilted his head to the side, leaning into his touch. Leonard watched the way he closed his eyes slightly, long lashes standing out against pale cheeks, and couldn't help but reach out, gently tracing the black, drawing a line up to his eyebrow and tracing it. Spock's eyes slowly slitted open, sultry almost, looking at him from under half masted lids. The brown was dark, much darker than they were used to. Almost black.
His lips were wet and parted, mint green as his tongue darted out over them. He leaned forward a little bit, turning his head to nose at Bones' wrist while keeping Jim's hand on his other cheek. Inhaling deeply, Spock let his eyes drift closed.
It was then that Spock realized that he felt strange... His body was reacting in ways he didn't understand, he didn't know what was happening. All he knew is that he wanted something. He wasn't sure what it was, just that he wanted it. It was engrained in every part of his being, turning his stomach, stirring things he hadn't felt before.
The need was strong, so very strong, and Spock felt his legs shake as they went weak. He lowered himself to the soft crystalline surface of the dais, making it look as natural as he could. Jim and Bones were left with their hands still held out to where his face had been, both looking at him oddly. Spock stared up at them, feeling his breath quickening as the faint light from the holes in the ceiling cast shadows over their faces and bodies, putting emphasis on certain parts of their anatomy that made Spock lick his lips.
Jim and McCoy looked down at him closely, and easily dropped down on the floor, neither of them acknowledging the burst of something that seeing that green tinged tongue sliding out between full, lips that just begged to be... They cut that train of thought off. They looked at each other, and noticed that they both seemed to be suffering from it. From something that made them stare at the body before them and want to claim it.
Spock shifted impatiently -impatient for what, he didn't know- and uncurled his legs from underneath him, leaning back on his arms so he wouldn't fall. His keen eyes caught the way his bondmates' pupils blew out, leaving thin lines of color around black depths. He brought one hand around to pull the hem of his shirt down from where it had ridden up his belly.
They traced the movement, eyes focused on that small sliver of skin, wishing that it didn't have to go, that they could see more of it. It had looked a little strange. A different color than they were used to, but they attributed it to the lighting, and the strange thoughts that were running through their head. Granted, thoughts of pinning Spock to the ground beneath their weight and slowly driving him to completion weren't all that bad, in fact they had entertained them often, but it wasn't supposed to happen like this.
They had been planning on taking Spock back to their quarters on the Enterprise and keeping him there for a few days -Leonard had already written up the medical leave forms and left them on his desk- but those plans were swept away to never be seen again. Jim inched forward on his hands and knees, outside of his right thigh rubbing against McCoy's.
Jim and Bones had been intimate with each other before, long before Spock entered their lives. But Spock...the way he was sitting there, the way he shifted his weight from one side to the other was too much, the way his pupils blew out when he watched them inch closer... Then they realized, they didn't have lube, they had nothing, what the hell were they doing? What the heck was going on?!
That's when Bones' eyes wandered over to Spock's ear and he caught sight of a little bottle of oil sitting innocently on the crystal about two feet away. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he almost choked. He nudged Jim's side with his elbow and watched as his own reaction was repeated by him. Spock watched on obliviously, shifting his legs apart unconsciously and twisting his hips slightly.
They shifted, resolve crumbling, something wanted them to claim their new bondmate, fill him up, show him pleasure, and those hips... Those hips and the way they rocked to the side as he placed one leg underneath him and sat on it made them want to shove him over, slowly spread his legs apart and drive up into him. They looked at each other, looked at the lube, tested the ground around them and slowly crawled forward, if Sarek and Salek had left lube, then it was likely something that was natural, as weird as that thought was.
Jim pushed at Spock's shoulder almost forcefully until the Vulcan was spread out on his back, shirt riding up and hair forming a dark, messy halo around his head. He reached a hand out and grabbed the vial of oil, handing it off to Bones. He bent his head and mouthed at the curve of Spock's jaw, rubbing his hand over his ribs through his soft, thin blue shirt.
Spock leaned back, his head tilting under Jim's mouth, gasping slightly at the feel of a human cool hand slowly sliding under his shirt, pressing into his stomach, tracing along his side to rest on his heart. McCoy placed the oil to the side, giving Jim a look as he did so, meeting blue eyes as the brown closed. In that second a flair of connection came, and they read each other like a book. They knew what they wanted, and they knew exactly how they were going to do it.
Spock pushed himself up a few inches as Bones tugged his shirt off. He laid back down and lifted his hips as Jim started working on the clasp to his pants, fingers rubbing over the considerable bulge through the slightly rough material. As soon as the button popped through the hole and the zip was down, Jim shoved his hand inside Spock's briefs, fingers curling around hard, fire hot flesh.
Spock groaned and arched, unfamiliar sensations shooting from his groin and up to his brain, making the bond flare hot. Jim's hand explored carefully, mapping out differences before slowly trailing down from his member to somewhere else. Somewhere Spock hadn't touched much himself, somewhere that made him arch higher, somewhere that made him realize what he had wanted, what he had needed. His lips parted, his tongue sliding out between them, moistening them as he writhed.
Bones tugged Spock's pants and briefs down to his ankles and watched, mesmerized, as Jim reached out and jerked Spock's emerald green length hard with one hand and rubbed his fingers between his cheeks with the other. Spock threw his head back, bucking his hips. Both humans' pants constricted painfully at the delicious sight.
Spock opened his mouth panting slightly as Jim pumped him, and began pressing one finger against the tight ring of muscle, rubbing into it, slowly angling the tip and beginning to push past it. The sensation was weird, but not altogether unpleasant, although it was beginning to burn...
Leonard crawled up beside Spock, laving his tongue over his plump bottom lip as he tugged his leg up, pressing his knee to his chest to give Jim easier access. When he moved away to look down at the beautiful half Vulcan, the area of sensitive skin where he had licked was slightly darker than the rest. He ignored it, figuring it was a trick of the almost non-existent light as he moved down to his jaw.
Bones lips slowly pressed to the angular bone, tracing it gently down to his Adams apple. He sucked it carefully, and then trailed his tongue down to the base of his collarbone. This time when he pulled back he was sure he could see something. But the sight of Spock coming unglued arrested his attention. Then he noticed why when he looked down at Jim.
The pink of Jim's tongue clashed with the oh so green of Spock's cock as it swirled around the head teasingly, pressing just barely into the slit at the tip before moving lower to prod at the second ridge. He pushed his finger in completely, curling the tip to rub over the silky soft walls until he found the tell tale bump of Spock's prostate (Bones figured such because of the way the Vulcan whined).
Bones groaned slightly, eyes flicking to Spock’s face as his lids fluttered, only to trace that flush down and land on two hardened nubs that begged to be acknowledged. He leaned over and licked one with his tongue, gaining a gasp, and then nipped it, his thumb pressing and rubbing against Spock's other nipple. Another whining keen left Spock's mouth as Jim pressed his prostate again, and just barely grazed his teeth along the shaft.
When Leonard pulled away once more, the skin around Spock's nipples was a decidedly much, much darker green than it had been and when he looked at his thumb, it gleamed a slight peach color.
He cocked his head slightly, confusion mounting and sparking. Then he looked closer at Spock's neck and noticed the darker green stripe among the mint. What the hell... He licked his thumb and ran a line across Spock's collarbone gently, watching a darker green tint become more apparent and blinking. Spock seemed to have noticed what he was doing, and tensed slightly, only to groan as Jim sucked hard.
Spock brought his hand up to try and distract Bones, and though those long, elegant fingers were in general very distracting, Leonard batted the limb away. He swiped his tongue over his hand and palmed at Spock's chest, hand coming away peachy and leaving a circle of smudged something on Spock's skin. He tugged on Jim's hair a bit to get him to watch and then dipped his head, licking long, slow strips over Spock's belly, leaving his skin striped emerald and mint.
Jim blinked, watching it change, narrowing his eyes in slight confusion and trailing his eyes up to meet his bondmates brown ones, slight fear in their depths showing as well as slowly building up across the bond. That was unacceptable.
"Spock?" Jim asked as he half reluctantly pulled away from the Vulcan's erection. Spock turned his gaze away, staring up at the starry sky through the hole directly above his head. His teeth were gnawing at the inside of his bottom lip and it was easy to catch the scent of his copper based blood in the -moderately- clean air.
"Hey, hey...none of that, come on..." Bones said quietly, reaching out to press that bottom lip and coax it out from his teeth, pressing his thumb against it and tracing gently. "You don't have anything to be afraid of, we're bonded, and we’re not leaving. We just want to understand. What is all this?"
"It is makeup, as I am sure you must have already guessed, Doctor." Spock whispered, keeping his eyes fixed on the sky.
Jim blinked, eyebrows knitting as he looked at him. "But why would you..." And then he took a closer look, staring down at the peach streaked emerald, seeing the difference, the contrast. He had found his reason. Bones had relaxed his grasp on Spock's knee, Spock moving to straighten his leg, the arousal not even close to fading, but ignored. Jim narrowed his eyes at Bones and reached for the oil.
When Spock started struggling weakly, not sure if he really wanted to escape his mates, Leonard pulled and tugged until he was sitting up and slipped behind him, legs on either side of him as he pressed his chest to Spock's back. He smeared his fingers through the peach makeup on Spock's belly, pressing a kiss into his hair.
"Tell us why, Spock…" he whispered into his ear, just loud enough for Jim to hear him as he coated his fingers in the sweet smelling oil.
Spock took a breath, leaning back into Bones, he had done enough evading, and he was with these men for the rest of his life. He owed them himself. All of him. "I left Vulcan at seventeen. When I came to Terra, it was more of a shift than I had anticipated. My...appearance gained interest. I was different, and the shade of my skin did not help matters. All Vulcans are this tint." He gestured to a line of green amongst the peach. "On Vulcan, this makeup would be used to protect from the more harmful weather, on Terra, we merely choose to hide it. While I was amongst the humans I found out why..."
Jim's hands halted along with Spock words. He dropped them onto Spock's thighs and leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly.
"Spock?" Bones questioned, running his hands over the Vulcan's shaking arms and shoulders.
Spock breathed in deep, closing his eyes. He tilted his head back onto Leonard's shoulder and returned to staring up at the star spattered sky.
"The precise pigment to a Vulcan's skin seems to appeal to the more...violent, dominate human psyches..." his whisper was barely audible, but it made both his mates tense and he felt slow understanding and anger filter in through the bond. He quickly blocked his end of the connection as they tried to delve into his mind
"It...it did not get far. Four of them cornered me in an unused corridor..."
"Four?!"
"How did you get out of that, Spock?" Jim asked softly.
"Admiral Pike," Spock answered quietly, leaning further back into Leonard.
"Did you press charges?" Bones asked, a sharp edge of angry bite in his voice. It was smoothly countered by the human-cool hand carding through Spock’s silken hair.
"I..." He licked his lips, leaning into the hand in his hair, eyes closing. "I did not wish to, but Admiral Pike did it for me. Refused to let them get away with it."
"Good. Bloody bastards..." Bones hand tightened in Spock's hair for a second, relaxing when Spock tensed, kissing his ear in apology.
"Even if he had not, my father's short meeting with them would have ensured that they would never approach me after the incident." Spock's lips quirked into a small smile and he relaxed back against Bones, dropping one of his hands to rest on one of Jim's.
They gave a snort, "I bet it would." Bones said softly as Jim smirked. Their joy that it didn't get any farther not mentioned, Jim's hand twisted to squeeze Spock's hand gently, his other hand still playing with scented oil. Blue eyes met hazel over an elegant shoulder in silent conversation. Bones reached down to Spock's knees, spreading his legs apart slowly, eyes locked on Jim's blue ones.
Jim traced the rim of Spock's puckered entrance with the tip of one finger before pushing two inside, inhuman heat enveloping the digits. Spock moaned and hooked his legs over Leonard's bent knees, fisting one hand in Bones' hair and the other in the material of his pants at his outer thigh. He pressed down against Jim's fingers as he sunk another one in, twisting his wrist and pushing deep.
That insistent throbbing was back, and this time it was stronger. As though what had been a temporary reprieve was gone, and the purpose could be completed. That throbbing, that need, consumed the Vulcan, making him press his hips back onto Jim's hand, and making Jim wish desperately that his fingers weren't the ones rubbing into the hot velvet walls. Bones ground his pelvis into Spock's lower back with a groan, wishing that Jim would hurry, but unwilling to rush, unwilling to cause pain.
Bones trailed his fingers down Spock's side until he reached his ass, hand brushing against Jim's. He dipped one finger between his cheeks and rubbed hard at the stretched muscle as Jim thrust three fingers in and out. Spock arched his back, trying to press down further but finding himself restricted by Leonard's knees. He whined, tugging hard at his mate's hair.
Bones tilted his head back slightly with the tug, and in retaliation hooked his finger next to Jim's and pulled, stretching it further. Spock keened at that, and when that finger trailed up and around the fingers that were still thrusting in and out, the hand’s grip faltered, and his back arched farther. Bones kissed his mate’s ear in reward for letting go, and then sucked at it.
Jim licked a strip up from the tip of Spock's cock, over his belly button, to the dip of the Vulcan's throat. He nuzzled the area then moved up to bite at the thin, silky skin beneath his sharp chin. He moved off to the right and bit at the left side of Spock's neck, curling his fingers and lightly scraping his blunt nails over his insides. Spock growled, baring his teeth as he twisted his head to claim Leonard’s mouth in a hard, rough kiss.
Leonard kissed him back just as hard, that small cut that Spock had made biting his lip reopening, the taste of copper filling both their mouths. Strangely, they didn't mind, and when Jim leaned forward, hooking and pulling his fingers up, while Bones’ single finger was hooked at the other side of his hole and pressed down, Spock gasped at the stretch, Jim's mouth replacing Bones' as that finger continued pressing.
Gently slipping his fingers free, Jim tried to simultaneously kiss Spock senseless and tug his golden shirt up over his head. When he failed, he backed away just far enough to rid himself of his shirt before meshing their lips together once more. His hands immediately went to work on his pants, only managing to unbutton and unzip them halfway before he was pushing them down with Bones’ help, kicking them off to the side.
Spock's eyes trailed down the naked body of his mate for the first time, Jim stretching out slightly for him to highlight certain features. When Spock's eyes alighted on the dusky pink penis of his mate he gave a soft whimper. Jim smirked at him, and in a moment of brilliant deviousness reached his hand out to Spock. Spock blinked and reached out to touch it, only to have Jim pour the oil on that hand, and scoot closer, giving him easy access to touch.
His cheeks flushed dark green as he hesitantly curled his fingers around the rigid, human-cool flesh. He pressed his thumb just under the head, spreading his fingers along the entire length, pinkie pressed to the slightly coarse blond hairs surrounding the base. Jim gasped and bucked his hips, pushing deeper into that hot grip. He pressed his open mouth against Spock's, panting against his lips.
"That's it Spock, just like that...make sure you coat it all, we don't want you to get torn. We're planning on filling you up so full...God Spock, you have no idea...just how full you're going to feel..." Jim whispered against his lips, Spock's eyes widening slightly at the words, arousal spiking, and suddenly Leonard's fingers that were still inside him no longer felt like enough. He needed more.
Bones took over as Jim shoved his tongue into Spock's mouth, "You'll be stretched so wide, darlin’...but you'll keep beggin’ for more, want us to go harder and faster.." he groaned against one pointed ear, grinding against Spock's lower back as he licked into it.
Spock twisted his hand one last time, letting go of Jim's member, the skin coated in oil. Jim scooted back a bit after one last gentle kiss, and spread his legs slightly. "Ready?" Jim asked softly. Spock took a breath and then inclined his head. Bones took hold of Spock's ass, spreading it and lifting him, it wasn't as easy as it once had been, but he did it. Spock reached out, taking hold of Jim's shoulders as Leonard slowly lowered his ass down to rest on the top of Jim's cock that had been held steady for him.
Jim pushed in carefully, watching avidly as he easily sunk into his mate. Spock's body accepted him eagerly, clenching around him hot and tight once he was completely enveloped. They were both panting hard, one of Spock's hands gripped onto Jim's shoulder tight enough that one jerky movement or squeeze would surely break the bone. Jim buried his face in the side of Spock's neck, trying to hold himself still.
Spock panted against his shoulder, trying to adjust, trying to remember the Vulcan muscle control techniques that he had perfected at a young age. Slowly he adjusted, and let his hand slacken, noticing the start of a bruise and kissing it gently in apology. Jim nuzzled him, eyes opening to watch as his other mate watched them, Leonard’s eyes fixed to the joining of their bodies. Jim leaned back teasingly, letting him see better as Spock automatically followed his movement.
Leonard groaned, eyes following the shift as Jim's cock slipped out of Spock a little. He pressed his thumb to the base of Jim's length then rubbed a path up to the stretched muscle of Spock's ass, just barely smoothing the pad of his finger along it. He was completely transfixed, eyes half lidded and dark. He scooted back on his knees and bent over, grabbing at Spock's cheeks with both hands. His tongue followed the same trail his thumb had; swirling around Spock’s flushed entrance.
Jim and Spock both moaned, Spock due to the tongue, Jim due to the fact that Spock's inner walls had clenched slightly. Leonard's tongue slowly poked up and in, making the two of them shudder, clutch at each other and pant. Jim finally pushed his head away shakily, "Aren't you a little overdressed for this sort of stuff, Bones?" His tone was quietly teasing.
Bones pulled away reluctantly after giving one last, long swipe of his tongue over Jim's cock and Spock's hole. He grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it off in the general direction of both his mates' clothes. He braced himself with one hand on Spock's back as he wriggled out of his pants and pushed them away with one foot.
Spock's head craned around slightly, eyes locked on the other, trailing down to that other proud erection, and licked at his lips, mind working out the size his hole would have to accommodate to fit both of them in, and somehow not caring at the amount. He wanted both. He wanted them inside him. Jim's eyes watched as Leonard slicked himself up carefully, and slowly lowered himself behind Spock.
Spock reached a long arm back and wrapped it around Bones' back, pulling him close up against him. Leonard lined himself up and pressed forward slow and careful, dropping his forehead to the still peachy skin of Spock's back, between his shoulder blades. He licked over the knobs of the Vulcan's spine as he pushed in a little more insistently, groaning at the tight, oh so tight heat.
Spock's back arched slightly, his hips canting back to try and give more space, relieve pressure. Jim hissed through his teeth as Bones slid in a bit more, the head of Bones’ dick beginning to press deeper into Spock's tight channel, the Vulcan letting out a small keening cry, clutching tight to Jim and resting his head on his shoulder. It was so much, and Bones hadn't gone past the head.
Leonard rubbed Spock's side with one hand and held tight to his hip with the other, resisting the overpowering urge to drive in hard and thrust mindlessly. Spock gasped as the image assaulted his mind, legs aching as he spread them wider and tried to impale himself further, eyes hot and wild and desperate. He smashed his mouth against Jim's, biting and sucking at his lips.
Bones finally got past the head, watching as his two mates almost tried to devour each other they were kissing so hard, and braced his hands on Spock's thighs, pushing down on them, while slowly pushing up and in, deeper, Spock's inner channel hot and moist and tight and too welcoming to resist any longer. He forced himself to stop as his pelvis pressed up against Spock, not wanting to cause his mate any pain. He rested his chin on Spock's shoulder, watching intently as his mates kissed, green and pink curling together between parted lips of paler shades of the same colors. He nuzzled the side of Spock's head, nipping the lobe of his ear as his lips found it.
Spock's mouth parted in a gasp, McCoy registered the reaction and nipped it again, then nipping all the way up to the tip, Spock shuddering as it was enveloped in cool moistness. Jim shifted, driving his dick up just a little more, making the two of them part and gasp, eyes locking on Jim.
Jim smirked and did it again and again, short, sporadic jerks of his hips drawing gasps from Spock and grunts from Bones. He grabbed at Spock's ribs and lifted him up as much as he could manage from his position, sliding his cock out a few inches before pulling Spock back down and thrusting up at the same time.
Spock let out a moan at the slow feeling of being refilled, his legs aching and shaking, his inner walls clenching and making Bones hiss, as Jim groaned. So much, he was so full, Spock twisted his hips, making them hiss, their hands reaching out to wrap around those hips, lift them up, push them back down.
"P...please..." Spock gasped and stuttered, thighs quivering as he followed his mates' too slow thrusts. His hands curled into fists at Jim's back and he impaled himself on their cocks with his full weight, dropping his head back against Leonard's shoulder.
They groaned, and yet still, Leonard managed to smile, tilting his head next to Spock's ear to whisper, "Told ya..." Spock didn't reply, merely keened, his eyes slitting closed. Jim looked at Bones, his lower lip sticking out slightly; he was definitely a fan of the 'harder, faster' idea. Leonard gave a huff and a smirk, and inclined his head.
Jim sucked at Spock's Adams apple as he gave an almost viciously hard thrust, groaning at the feel of Spock clenching around them tightly. His thrusts became almost frantic as that overwhelming feeling of need intensified exponentially, mind fuzzy with desire and primal lust. He growled and sunk his teeth into the side of Spock's neck, pushing as deep as he could inside the inhuman heat of Spock's body and rolling his hips forward.
Bones hissed, as Spock arched and gasped, panting as Jim went deeper and harder. Jim let go of his neck, licking it and trying to soothe it. Bones worked his hips up and attempted to find the tempo, finally managing to hit it, they went in time, deep and hard. Spock's back arched, his breath gasped, his hands fisting to either side, unwilling to grasp them.
Jim felt a desperate, tingling heat pool low in his belly. Each and every muscle in his body tensed as he continued to drive into a wantonly moaning Spock, trailing a hand up to pinch and rub at one of his dusky green nipples. The Vulcan whimpered, ducking his head as he unclenched one of his hands to stroke himself wildly. The action tore an inhuman, animalistic sound from deep in his throat, vibrating against Leonard's sweaty chest through his back.
That noise enticed something deep in Leonard, heat pooling deep in his gut, and he pounded up, pounded in, and the three of them toppled over to the side. There was a moment of confusion before they caught up with whose limbs were whose, and the two of them drove up, harder and faster than ever, sweat running, the makeup covering Spock dripping and smearing along them and onto the dais, staining it.
Fingers slipping through the wetness of the makeup on Spock's thighs, Jim slipped his hand between the Vulcan's long, shaking legs. He slowed his thrusts, taking a moment to revel in the heat of Spock's body and the friction of Bones' cock rubbing against his before he shifted his hips and prodded at the rim of Spock's entrance with a still slick fingertip.
Spock's eyes opened wide at that sensation, and when it pressed in deeper, slowly stretching it out to the side, they slowly fluttered closed, his head falling back as his lips parted and his tongue flicked out to wet them as he gasped. McCoy felt the added pressure and dug his cock deep into Spock and then twisted his hips to the side, stretching it more, making Spock keen.
"So hot inside you, baby... All wet and stretched so good around us, wanton and begging for it with your eyes..." Jim panted, sinking another finger in beside the first as he thrust into him slow and languid, breath puffing out over Spock's cheek as he moved to reacquaint himself with the dark, bruising green bite mark he'd left on his neck.
Spock moaned in response, his body shaking, Jim licked a long stripe up that bite mark, "I love the fact that people will see this and know exactly what we've been doing, how you were the one who took it, how you won't be able to sit..." a third finger traced the rim of Spock's hole, "without remembering," it slowly pressed down and into him, "just what we did to you," that finger pushed just a little deeper, and stretched just a little more, "and just how much you loved it."
It was too much.
Spock came with a glass shattering wail, one hand grabbing at Jim's already bruised shoulder and the other holding tight to Leonard's thigh. His entire body jerked and shook and his mind went completely black. He went impossibly tight around his mates' rigid lengths.
The feeling of Spock's orgasm flared through the bond, and the squeeze of his inner walls crushing his two mate's cocks together tightly and rippling made them gasp, and follow him over the brink, toppling over with a shout.
W hen Jim and Leonard came back to themselves, it was to the sound of Spock purring sleepily and contentedly, his melted-chocolate eyes almost fully closed. His lips and neck were bruised, along with his hips and thigh. Every inch of his skin was flushed a deep, bright emerald green, still streaked with wet, dripping peach coloured makeup.
They noticed they were still inside him and began to pull out, their mate’s nose scrunching slightly at the sensation, his eyes drifting fully closed and clenching. They felt a moment of remorse, only to feel a contented hum float along the bond that seemed stronger than it had been when it had all started.
They settled to either side of him once more, trying to catch their breath. Spock turned over and nuzzled Leonard's chest as Jim curled around his back and rubbed his hip. They all knew they'd have to clean up and leave soon, but the silence was comfortable and the bond was alive and humming with happiness and pleasure and contentment. More than that, though, Spock's adorable purring was lulling them into a sleepy state.
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Jim and Bones woke up slowly, eyes flickering open, and squinting at the bright sunlight that shone down on them, their hands moving up to shield their eyes, only to notice the cloth that covered them. They blinked, looking down at the cloth and then looked up slowly. There, right in front of their field of vision stood Sarek, and Salek, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and slight smirks on their faces.
Spock was still dead to the world.
"Good morning Jim, Leonard," Salek said, amusement clear in his voice.
"I assume your evening and night were rather...eventful?" Sarek questioned, teasing in a way only Vulcans could be.
Jim and Bones slowly sat upright, keeping their eyes focused on the two in front of them, unwilling to blink. Spock stirred slightly at the loss of their forms, eyes blinking open, that inner eyelid sliding closed at the light shining on them, looking up. He was still streaked with peach makeup, and Jim and Bones were painfully aware of each and every bruise and mark that covered Spock's body, and then their own.
Spock sat up, completely unselfconscious, and covered his mouth as he yawned. He looked up at Sarek and Salek, inner eyelid blinking open.
"Good morning Father, Ambassador." he said calmly, which contrasted extremely with his controlled, pained wince as he rested his weight on his backside. Salek chuckled lightly, eyes warm.
Jim and McCoy winced at that laugh, looking up at them with slightly wide eyes. Spock seemed to notice their discomfort and blinked at them in slight confusion, and then seemed to realize. He gave a brief half roll of his eyes and looked up at his father and the Ambassador with the word 'human's' practically screaming from their depths. "Jim, Leonard...you were hoping to clean up, before leaving here, were you not?”
"U-uh, yeah…" Jim said nervously, trying to shift lower to hide more efficiently under the blanket. Bones was doing the same on Spock's other side, and as they were both looking down at the blanket, missed the sight of Sarek and Salek turning their heads to each other and rolling their eyes in a most human way -as Spock had done, the three Vulcans exchanging amused glances.
Spock sighed, and slowly stood up, pain forced to the back of his mind, and looked down at the two humans staring up at him with wide, slightly shocked eyes. "Well, then I suggest you get up and follow them."
Cheeks cherry red, Jim and Bones stood, staying safe behind the curtain their blanket acted as. They pressed close and wrapped themselves up in the white material, covering themselves completely from their shoulders to their knees. They stumbled over to Sarek and Salek, looking up at the tall Vulcan men in embarrassment.
"Now, if we are all ready, I will ask you to follow us." They turned and stepped off the dais, Spock examining it critically and noticing a looping path that went around it. He followed that, unwilling to stretch muscles that protested with every step he took. Jim and McCoy looked at the floor, looked at each other, and jumped down, trying to pull the blanket back down around their knees when it wafted up.
Spock made a fist around a handful of the soft, cottony material and dragged them along, easily managing the pain as his body grew accustomed to the movement as he walked. His father and elder counterpart led them to a section of the cave near the entrance where a shower was hidden in a considerably large alcove.
The two turned around, indicating it quietly, "Any personal hygiene products you need will be found there, as well as clean uniforms. We requested them from your ship earlier this morning." Jim could just see Scotty's face now...
Sarek and Salek exited the cave and Spock tugged his mates into the alcove rather forcefully. He quickly turned the shower on and tilted his head back, letting the soothing water cascade over his entire body. Peachy water swirled down the drain as Spock soaked for a few moments, Jim and Bones watching him avidly. Spock was beautiful.
When the last of the peach makeup was gone and Spock stood there, his skin pale, a slight emerald tint showing through where the skin was thinner and his hair was wet and plastered to his head, his ears slicing the hairline cleanly, they immediately understood why he would be a target for multiple forms of assault. The thought was terrifying, but the amazing thing was they had claim to that being and he to them. No one else would ever get a chance. They would make sure of it; they would always be there to take care of him.
They quickly moved forward to join their mate under the warm spray of water. Foregoing cleaning themselves for the moment, Jim reached for the shampoo while Leonard reached for the soap. Jim massaged the thick, sweet smelling -the same as the oil, he realized, and immediately became embarrassed at the interested twitch his cock gave at the thought- liquid into Spock's hair as Bones rubbed the bar of soap over Spock's body. Jim tilted Spock's head back and made him close his eyes as he rinsed the shampoo from the silky strands.
Spock was purring gently again, something they hadn't known he could do, but something they were happy to realize he could. Spock's eyes opened when Jim tilted his head back down, and he blinked at them. "Are your intentions to make it so that I will not be able to walk at all?" Spock asked finally, noticing Jim's expression.
Jim just grinned and shook his head, moving away a little to start washing himself. He rubbed some of the shampoo into his hair and then trailed his overly soapy hands over his body, ridding his skin of sweat residue and dried come.
Bones smirked at him, "Tempting as it is, we have to get back to the ship sometime." He ran a finger over Spock's ear gently and then moved to get clean as well. They were silent as they cleaned themselves, letting the hot water pound into them, soothing aches that had been left over.
Spock switched the water off and brought over a large, fluffy towel. He wrapped it around his mates' shoulders and dried them gently and carefully, lips quirking as he felt their mutual desire to do the same to him. Jim was pouting faintly, expressing his disappointment through the threads of the bond. As soon as he reached their thighs, he lowered himself to his knees to continue his ministrations.
They looked down at him as he stripped the water from their bodies, minds sliding through images of what he could be doing while he was kneeling there, but when he was done, he merely hooked the towel over an arm, and slowly stood back up, carefully.
His eyebrow arched and he smirked faintly as he glanced down at their very prominent erections, turning to procure his own towel and dry himself quickly and methodically. Disposing of the two sodden towels, Spock moved off to the other side of the alcove, bending to pick his clothes up from the small, low stool they were placed on.
"Tease..."
"Apologies, did you want something?" Spock asked, looking up at them innocently.
"You damn well know what we want, you pointy eared Vulcan bastard." Bones growled and glared playfully, voice holding an affectionate undertone. He dragged Jim over to get their own uniforms and held the blond by the wrists when he reached out to grab Spock's hips.
"Awww...Bones..."
"No, you're clean, he's clean, and we need to get back to the ship. Maybe back in our quarters. But not now, so control your urges, you oversexed moron..."
Their bickering continued as they dressed and walked out of the sacred temple, ceasing only once they were within easy hearing range of Sarek and Salek. The two elder Vulcans still looked highly amused and Spock once again felt embarrassment flood in from his bondmates, the emotion feeding from its reflection until both Jim and Bones were completely flushed, ducking their heads and shuffling their feet.
The two elder Vulcans smiled in that way that only Vulcans can do, permitting a tiny shake of the head. "Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure. We bid of you all to live long, and prosper." With that they held out their communicators that they had been entrusted with and gave one last bow before leaving.
Jim flipped open his communicator with natural ease when they were gone, "Scotty?"
"Yes Cap'n?" Scotty's voice came, amusement seeping from his words.
"Time to beam us back."
"Aye sir!"
Those same silvery white swirls from the previous evening -and any time the transporter was activated- surrounded them and the beautiful New Vulcan scenery faded into the bright walls of the Transporter Room.
Scotty stood behind the controls, no entourage this time, beaming at them happily. "So, any interestin' goings on when you were down there, Cap'n? A little..." He winked and smirked at them after wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Spock's eyebrows flew up and started a game of hide and seek under his bangs, clearly indicating that they wouldn't answer his question. He moved forward and stepped off the transporter pad carefully, close to ashamed as he failed to hide his uncomfortable, pained flinch. Jim gave Scotty two thumbs up and a large, goofy grin as he and Leonard followed their Vulcan-pouty mate.
Scotty looked after the Vulcan in slight surprise...
"Funny...I always thought he'd be the one to claim 'em...."
CHAPTER 3