hot as a fever, rattling bones - for unqualified_dr - NSFW

[withhumaneyes]

Things had been rather quiet around Spock's room (almost too quiet, after the incident with Uhura), but inside, Spock was not doing near as well as he should be at this stage. When he sedated himself, he simply slept for an hour or two and then the adrenaline overrode it, nulling the effects. The mood stabilizer did not do much, either, though

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[withhumaneyes]

Spock tried to meditate in bed, but that was not working well either. He thought to get another sedative, but his hands were shaking too badly and the part of him that was still logical and sane insisted that he did not have the dexterity to safely inject himself at the moment.

Maybe he should give up. Tell Leonard he was right. But the thought of him made him even more stubborn, determined to fight this. He sat up again, crossing his legs and trying desperately to find focus.

[withhumaneyes]

Spock stirred, sitting straight up when he realized what he had heard. He got up and stopped at the junction of the bedroom and the main quarters, slightly unfocused eyes watching Leonard. He could smell him from here, which caused the squirming, desperate animal self to fight even harder.

"Leonard-" Please go away, you can't be in here, come closer.

[withhumaneyes]

"You shouldn't be here," he mumbled, the words taking effort to say, slipping into a contraction just to be able to force it out. In part of his mind the territorial hostility for another male flared up, but too much of his mind connected him with tangled limbs and arousal and satisfaction.

Despite his words, he reached out for him, not trusting himself to step forward, not just yet.

[withhumaneyes]

"I do." That came out in a bit of a rush, and the slowly shrinking logical part of his brain insisted that there were rituals that should be performed, even here, with a very non-Vulcan, non-female mate, but the rest of him just did not care.

He grasped Leonard by the front of his shirt and pulled him close, sealing their lips together in an open-mouthed, desperate kiss.

[withhumaneyes]

Spock started to press him backwards, before getting enough sense to stutter the word 'bed.' He did not wait for an answer, gripping Leonard's wrist and pulling him into the bedroom, before putting both hands on his shoulders to press him down to the mattress and crawl over him gracelessly.

[withhumaneyes]

"Leonard-" His fingers brushed the psi points on his face, letting just how much he needed him flow through as he forced his tongue between his lips again, kissing as deeply as he could. He straddled Leonard's thigh, one knee pressed up right in between his legs, and ground down against his thigh with a soft groan.

This had been what he needed, to touch and be touched and find release for all of wild instincts buzzing through his body.

[withhumaneyes]

Spock made a pleased, animalistic sound, fingers tearing at Leonard's shirt. He did not even slow when he heard the fabric rip, instead sliding his hands into the new holes to touch the cool skin beneath.

He forced Leonard back down with his own hips, rubbing his knee against him even as he continued to rub down against his thigh.

[withhumaneyes]

Spock gasped, bucking down against his hand. His fingers left his chest to hook around his pants, trying to unhook them, but his hands shook too much. He made a frustrated noise, kissing him again as if that would fix it.