Kitchen & Allll Over The Place -- Day 13 (Early Evening-Night) -- [Private/Unfinished]

[my_god_man]

When Leonard first woke up some -- damn, two? -- days ago, to go on this mission to Bacchus II, he expected some boring mission scanning plants. He certainly wouldn't have predicted this. Being chased out of Sickbay by a flock of crazy, horny people. Slowly becoming one of those crazy, horny people. Leonard paused momentarily out in the

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[crankychef]

"Holy Shit!" Tony yelped as he made his way down the hallway toward, he really didn't know where. He was in full animal panic flight mode. Tony was fleeing, in the most primal sense of the word.

They'd run through several halls and junctions before Tony recognized where they were.

"This way," he grabbed the officer by the wrist and hauled him into a side corridor.

[my_god_man]

It didn't matter where they went, so long as there weren't no more grabby hands, overly friendly tongues, or anything else to trigger a knee-jerk reaction. Some part of his brain was still fighting the spores, telling him he had a duty back in Sickbay. He'd never reestablished quarantine. He hadn't checked the effects of treatment on Cassie. He hadn't tried a drug regimen on anyone else.

Rounding a corner and nearly jumping for the ceiling as Tony almost plowed over some poor redshirt, his speeding heart decided to starve that part of his brain. He had flight muscles needing the blood more.

Somehow, Tony kept hold of him. Somehow, Leonard kept up. Somehow, they were gonna live through this.

[crankychef]

"Ha!" There was his target.

He hauled McCoy into a seemingly random room, where he made sure the sliding door shut. He entered a complicated code into the pad and leaned back against a counter.

"Welcome to the diplomatic kitchen, brand new, never used." he pulled an empty crate over and turned it over to use as a step stool. "I know the good shit is in here somewhere," he muttered to himself as he dug in the back of the storage cabinets.

[my_god_man]

Leonard looked about as he fought to catch his breath. He'd known they had a kitchen, but hadn't had the occasion to use it or Tony's services. As much as he hated replicated food, it was fast and available when he got around to eating. "Diplomatic?" he panted. Oh yeah, that's right. They were meant to do shit other than nose around in some alien's damn aphrodisiacal weeds.

Speaking of which, the less winded Leonard became, the more he felt other parts of him begin to stir again. A tremble started in his chest where there'd just been heaving. He was warming up, and he could tell it wasn't the usual afterglow from running for life and virtue. His sense of smell was having a field day in this place, making him two kinds of hungry. Well, Momma had always said the way to a man's -- especially a Southern man's -- heart was through his stomach. He just hoped he didn't end up doing something nasty with the vienna sausages.

Ewwrgh, bad imagery

[my_god_man]

Leonard started down the corridor as quickly as possible. He hadn't stopped shivering this time and it was distracting as all hell. It wasn't a reaction to cold. Quite the opposite now. His skin felt as warm as his core, itchy and sensitized to every air current, every brush of fabric. Even the hairs on his neck and arms were standing on end.

Course that could be from the ambiance.

Time had slipped past him while in the kitchen. He'd forgotten about the ship's artificial daylight. Or lack of it, now that things had switched to evening mode. It just made him eerily aware of the shadows, his hyperactive senses jumping at every little detail real or imagined. Like right now. He could swear he was being followed. Something in the primitive part of his brain was screeching like a monkey to go find a tree to climb. But whenever he looked behind him, the corridor was as empty as when he first emerged. In fact, that should be weirding him out more. No changing of shifts, no people ambling about for business or leisure. A true

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock waited around the corner of the hallway until Leonard stepped inside and then made his way to the man’s room. The empty halls made Spock feel uneasy about his next advance but he still did it anyways. The First Officer took a moment to thank whoever made the ship’s security systems because the only two people who could override the codes from a CMO were the Captain or First Officer. Spock took his good time punching in his bypass code. This was way too easy and almost not fun. Maybe Leonard would run? That gave Spock and idea. He stopped punching in the bypass code and hit the door bell then moved to stand next to the door so that the doctor wouldn’t see him when he stepped out. He was ready to pounce on his pray as Leonard would look out the door way.

[my_god_man]

Despite the lingering impression of eyes on him, nothing happened all the way to his quarters. Well, he'd been tripping the light paranoid since getting spored. Guess it meant he had a healthy adrenal response. Once inside, he programmed the door with a Medical lockdown code. There, that should keep the crazies away. Only a small number of people would be able to break through. Jim was busy with Boudicca. Scotty was busy with the air-handlers. And Spock was likely busy with the Bridge.

Then why did he feel a sudden shiver of cold run through him?

God, don't start in on those eyes again! It was definitely time for a sedative. Or more alcohol. Or both. Yes, both. His artificially accelerated metabolism was sobering him up quicker than he liked. Before he could search his rooms, though, the door chime went off. The hell? Who would be buzzing at a time like this? Why didn't they just comm

[thevulcanfirst]

The Vulcan is a fast creature but somehow the man before him was faster. Spock slide a little ways on his knees when he missed Leonard but stood up quick enough to see what way the other man went. The hunt was on, Spock took off down the hallway that his pray had taken off to. The first officer stayed back a little ways, almost like a handicap, and watched the doctor run away scared. He shouldn’t get so much enjoyment from this but he was. It was amusing and arousing at the sometime and Spock wanted more so he slowed down to walk just to see what the doctor would do. He smirked evilly and stalked the halls again.

[my_god_man]

Science Lab 3 had to be where all good chairs went when put out to pasture. Because every fucking chair in the goddamn Science Division had to be in here. Leonard hadn't noticed that until he was nearly upon the herd of free-range chairs. And then he was. Had put on the brakes too late, slid right into some of them. Then onto them and even rolled for a bit. Amusing ride. He'd have to charge sometime, when he didn't have amorous, spore-driven Vulcan in his ass.

ON, damnit! On. His. Ass

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock cocked his head to the side clearly saying that he was annoyed right now. “Doctor we have already established that while we both are spored that it is by choice who we choose to have sex with.” Spock couldn’t think of a more simple way of explaining that he wanted McCoy even before they got spored. He was pretty much screaming it at the man in a Vulcan sort of way. He figured he’d have to spell it out for Leonard. “What if, Doctor, we weren’t infected with spores? Then would this situation be any different?” Spock did not think so, he had been pinning over Leonard McCoy since he helped save the few Vulcan’s they had gotten onto the Enterprise, maybe even before that but he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself. “My desire for you is the same as it is without the effects of the spores, the spores have just acted as a catalyst.” He licked his lips and started to make his way around the chairs to Leonard. “Unless you do not feel the same as I…” that was the part that scared Spock, he’d never admit to it but it did. Rejection had been

[my_god_man]

He didn't wanna think about what things would be like if they weren't spored. He didn't wanna guess how he'd react, clear-headed, to being pounced by Spock. He was having a hard enough time just thinking in general. Just keeping himself moving. Not stopping to admire and openly desire this beautiful thing coming at him.

Damnit, focus, McCoy!

At the last minute, Leonard finally remembered the table behind him. He jumped up and slid across it on a hip. Landed on the other side and promptly darted in the direction opposite Spock when adjusted course. This, of course, sent the Vulcan over to the other side. Which sent Leonard in the opposite direction again. Great, talk about getting chased around the desk by your boss.

"But that's just it!" Leonard exclaimed once they'd settled into a nice, futile pattern. "You may think it's real fer you. But how d'ya know it ain't just spores f'me?!" As soon as he said it, he felt a foreboding tremble. "No! Dun answer! Dun wanna hear it!" Didn't wanna know. Didn't wanna find out

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock swallowed thickly at the words spoken to him, it caused a slow burn in him that was totally illogical. If the Doctor did not desire him as he did the Doctor then logically he should not continue his attempts to be with him but his human side told him to keep trying. It wasn’t the first time in his life that he acted completely irrational but it never ceases to surprise himself when he acts out. Spock placed his right hand on the table top and pushed himself over it to land on the other side where he tackled Leonard to the ground. The table clearing was swift and elegant almost as if he had done so many times before. Spock grabbed both of the Doctors hands and holing them to the ground as he sat across his middle section. “My apologies Doctor,” he closed his eyes slowly taking in all the feelings of Leonard but made sure he was not back any direct skin to skin contact. He did not wish Leonard to be able to feel what he was momentarily feeling as his emotions ran wild. “I do hope my rash action did not cause you any harm…” he

[my_god_man]

More eye fucking, now with a different rhythm. Leonard knew what those bottomless eyes and that demanding mouth wanted. Tasted it in their mixed blood. Felt it in the electric zings wherever they touched. Wanted it too, down to his marrow. He kissed back just as fiercsly, nipping at freakish tongue and biting firm lips. Bucking hard against that intense heat, feeling almost scorched. Clasped the side of Spock's head with his one hand, fingers digging into scalp, palm rubbing roughly over earlobe. The Vulcan wanted him to fight for control? Leonard was just getting started

[thevulcanfirst]

The roughness started at his ear making Spock jerk forward and gasp hurting him just enough to feel good. The Vulcan for one was game for this, wanted it so he nipped back trying to bite Leonard’s lip. His hand still locked in the locks of hair pulling a little harder, making a little more contact just to show Leonard he wouldn’t be so easily taken but then he was flooded with emotions coming off the others body. Now that wasn’t fair doing that to a telepath. Spock tore his mouth away to gasp as the alien feelings washed over him, again. The Vulcan’s body started jerking at all the sensation, moving without his own consent as he felt everything raw and new. Leonard’s cool, wet mouth was burning against his overheated skin as he made a trail down his neck earning him a gasp and shout from Spock

[my_god_man]

He'd take a moment to be smug at winning a round of Human vs. Vulcan. But he was too busy enjoying his prize. And oh damn, what a prize it was.

Leonard didn't need no more encouragement, Spores or no. That vial was back in his hand, somehow coordinating kissing, rubbing and hand-groping with pulling the cap off with his teeth and turning the vial over one-handed onto his palm. He emptied it all, feeling he was gonna need every little bit. He wasn't so far gone that he wouldn't prepare the man. But also knew he didn't have the patience to go sparse. And the feel of that tight, incredible heat as he pushed in that first finger told him that likely Spock didn't do this often, if at all.

"Jesus, yer gonna feel good," he panted against demanding lips. Mind already transposing body parts and anticipating. Hungrily. Leonard slid that finger in halfway, teased them both briefly by sliding back out and in, rubbing against dual rings of muscle. Imagined pushing against that tension, stretching it to pleasurable limits. "God, yer

[thevulcanfirst]

The Vulcan withered on the table, his eyes closed tightly as Leonard’s finger entered him. He gasped at the feeling and thrust back onto him. Those fingers, long and perfect…surgeon’s hands as people referred to them on Earth. But that didn’t matter what mattered was they were Leonard McCoy’s hands. Spock’s breathing got became harsher with each thrust of McCoy’s hand. “Doc-“ he was cut off when the doctor bushed against something inside him that made his hips jerk hard and his dick pulse green. He moaned loudly, the display of emotion so strong should have caused him some distress but at the moment the only distress he was in was that witch came with having sex for the first time

[my_god_man]

Leonard had just been going at a brisk step outta there. Suddenly having Spock at his shoulder, a puff of super-heated breath in his ear with those words, wanting faster, now, energized him to put more leg into it, though. He jogged after the Vulcan, starting to feel a little like the chaser now. It gave him a thrill, the idea of a real chase. Nothing like the one earlier, no. That one had been about panic, fear, and a loss of control

[thevulcanfirst]

Suddenly Spock had his arms full of doctor, he only took one step back but still held up right and then his neck and ears were violated again. Not that he minded the violation at all just slightly surprised that Leonard was doing the violating. The Vulcan shivered and lifted his chin to allow Leonard a better area for his attack. A soft moan slipped out of him when that mans tongue flicked at the tip of his ear. “L-L-Leonard…” he stuttered letting himself fall back against the wall of the lift because his knees started to buckle and he did not wish them both to tumble to the ground. “Mm that...t-that is most…most s-s-satis-f-f-factory…” Spock was breathless again. Leonard’s tongue was talented, very, very, talented.

[my_god_man]

Those arms around him again, supporting his weight and holding him close, felt so good. Just as good was the feel of the man under him, between his own legs and arms. There was a sense of safety, stability, to the firmness of that body and its strength. It was odd, in such a moment of compromise by these Spores. But it made it easier to give into what his body wanted. Which right now was Spock.

"Good t'know, darlin'," Leonard mumbled softly into that pointed ear. He shifted some in Spock's arms, repositioning the lock of his legs around the narrow waist so he could press himself more against the man. Another lick tracing the ridge of that ear. "What can I do t'make it better than 'satisfactory'?"

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock shuttered at being called darling in that deep southern voice. Leonard’s body against him fitting just right where his body dipped and feeling just perfect like he was supposed to be there. Like both of them were to fit together like a complex jigsaw puzzle that no one can ever finished because its thousands of pieces. Spock wanted to spend the rest of his life mapping out the doctors body, finding out where he wanted to be touched and where he didn’t. Where kissing or sucking gave the most pleasure, which parts are ticklish or sensitive. Witch parts hurt and witch parts ached from age or injury. Spock wanted to find every part of Leonard and figure it out like he would a science experiment, study Leonard until there wasn’t anything left to study and he could present his findings and use them to better the quality of life or whatever the findings could be used for