Spock walked into his darkened quarters, and stopped as the door slid shut behind him, cutting off the cold draft. For a long moment he just stood there, letting the warmth of the room slowly melt away the chill of the rest of the ship, feeling it slowly loosen his muscles, his eyes enjoying the respite from the even, bright lighting he worked under all day, every day.

"Lights," he finally murmured. "Low lumen."

Slowly the lights came up to the setting he had programmed, and he walked over to his desk, sat down, took a deep breath. It hadn't been a difficult shift, but one lengthened by a swarm of minor malfunctions, problems, recalibrations, realignments...a long day, in other words. Slowly he exhaled, the breath itself a small meditation. A word to the computer, and he began filing his daily log.

Done. He sat back. The cabin was quiet in the near dark. The Vulcan sat for another moment, then pulled off first one boot, then the other. The socks followed. He got up, stripped off his shirt. A step, and he dropped it and the socks into the recycler slot. He began loosening his pants, then stopped.

Something was on his bed.

He took a step closer.

It was a bowl, filled with something. Small objects.

Spock reached out, picked one up. It was a small, heart-shaped candy; his eyesight easily picked out the details. On one side a phrase in Vulcan was crudely printed.

"Erhe khu," he murmured. In Standard, it meant "Only you."

His eyebrow lifted.

Slowly, carefully, he put down the candy, picked up another. This one was in standard. "Be mine," it read.

All of the candies seemed to be printed with little phrases like this, the longest only four words. Spock puzzled. Who could have left this here, who would have? More to the point, why?

He picked up the bowl, to move it off his bed, stepped on something small and hard on the floor. Another one of the candies. Spock bent to pick it up, then noticed others. A trail of them.

Not an accidental spill. They wandered artfully out of his sleeping alcove, around the room divider and out of sight.

Spock took a step, his gaze following the trail. The little candies marched, a little conga line of hearts directly to his bathroom.

The door was shut.

<end jonk>

Hmn. Clearly the security protocols needed review. Perhaps it would be necessary to remind *all* crew members what the penalty was for burgling each other's quarters.

He moved silently around the room assessing the state of things. No extraneous clothes lying about. So far so good. *That* lesson had been learned. He sniffed the air. No, there were no tricky sandalwood preparations -- that had been a lesson both of them had learned. Better not try that again until they had a larger room. And better soundproofed.

Fond recollections of past instructional sessions enveloped him. Smoothly he slipped off his trousers and underwear. Boring white underwear. After that regrettable landing party when his uniform trousers had torn and revealed gold silk boxers printed with small fuzzy lions and tigers -- he preferred not to think about that. Back to regulation whites.

Silently he moved toward the door, surprised at the last moment that it didn't shoot open as he approached. He placed a palm against the door, thinking to force it open as he leaned against the doorjamb. No luck. Perhaps persuasion was the key, at least at first.

Softly he cleared his throat and called a name softly.

<end raku>

"Leonard? Are you awake?" For a moment there was no answer, and he wondered if perhaps he was in error. It was true that he did not keep his quarters locked, but he couldn't think of anyone else who might have come in, and left him *these*....

Besides, who else would be in the bathroom between their cabins, at this hour of the night? He was about to call once more, when he detected muffled laughter on the other side of the door.

"You are awake." He stopped, took a deep breath. Mere anticipation had raised his pulse rate already. "May I come in?"

A snort, more ill-muffled laughter, and finally the door chirped at him, and slid open. "Sorry, Spock -- I just couldn't resist tuggin' on your tail..."

The Vulcan walked in, to find a vision most pleasing awaiting him. Candles were perched everywhere. The overhead light was out. In the tub was a mountain of bubbles, and in the middle of the bubbles was McCoy, holding up a small amber-filled glass and smiling. "Thought you'd never get home, my friend... Welcome aboard!"

Spock almost managed not to smile -- most people would have probably missed it -- but the doctor's eyes lit up. He scooted over to one side to make room, and the Vulcan climbed carefully into the tub. Ahh -- the water was hot, it was good. At the thought of what was probably going to happen next, he found himself already beginning to harden, to grow a little short of breath.

It was like this every time. The man quite simply undid him. All of Vulcan's strength and sternness was useless against that smile.

"Now, since I'm a couple drinks ahead of you, how 'bout you turn round an' I'll wash your back for you?"

"Given that in general I do not drink, Leonard..."

"Aw, hush up. You know what I mean!"

A slight nod of the sleek dark head. "Indeed. I do." Just the same, when he actually accepted the offered glass and took a cautious sip, he thought for a moment the doctor was going to choke. That time he did let himself smile.

Then he leaned his chin on his arms and sighed, as surprisingly strong human fingers dug into sore muscles, rubbed a rough sponge over his back, and generally tried to turn him into a puddle of melted Vulcan on the bottom of the tub. It was a near enough thing, by the end...

"Y'know, one of these days you're gonna slip up and flat-out start purrin', Spock, and I'll *know* I was right all along."

"About what?" He knew the answer, of course, but it was part of their game.

"About you bein' at least as much cat as Vulcan, dammit!" And then he was wrapped up in a fierce hug, and returning it. "Mmmm," came the soft whisper beside his ear, "this was worth stayin' awake for!"

"I must admit... I had hoped that you might..." Spock turned his head and drew the other toward him. He licked the edge of one of those interestingly rounded ears, and smiled, when he heard the quick hiss of indrawn breath. "Fascinating. Your skin is so sensitive..." He reached out, ran his finger along the line of the human's jaw, and pulled him into a kiss.

It started out simply enough, but it didn't stay that way for long. Soon they were curled up around one another, holding tight, both forgetting to breathe for a moment, until they started to slip down into the deeper part of the tub. "Heh, heh... oops!" mumbled McCoy as he grabbed for the railing to stop them from going under.

Both got untangled as best they could, and then it was McCoy's turn to pull Spock toward him. He leaned back as he went, until finally he was stretched back across the tub's seat, with a lapful of warm, wet, horny Vulcan stretched out pleasantly in his arms.

Time for more kisses. Had to be. So he did. "Mmmm... this is *nice*. I missed you, today, t'hy'la..."

"As I, you... t'hy'la." Paired fingers twined together, and for some moments their thoughts drifted toward each other, slowly beginning to touch. As always, it felt *good*. Warm. Safe. *Stimulating*...

"Mmmmmm..." Both of them, this time.

Vulcan fingers nearly as hot as the water reached to caress human nipples. Blue eyes slipped closed, and the doctor sighed. Then he reached up to return the favour, and to run his fingers along the other's short ribs. This was a spot that almost tickled -- and drove Spock nuts in pretty short order!

Then a voice sounded, from just outside the door.

<end greywolf>

"Spock."

The two in the bathtub looked at each other. McCoy grinned. "Must've used the override. Couldn't've gotten in any other way. Wanna ask him to join us?"

Spock thought about it for a minim. "I have not considered Jim as a lover, but if you wish it, I do not object."

"He's looking for you. You answer him."

"Very well." Spock raised his voice so Jim could hear him through the bathroom door. "I am in the bathroom, Jim. You may enter."

Kirk opened the bathroom door. "Spock, I need..." He never finished the sentence, the data pad in his hand forgotten as he stared wordlessly at the two men in the bathtub.

"A drink and some lovin' in my medical opinion." McCoy said, proffering his glass.

Kirk's breath caught in his throat. Bones couldn't be saying what he thought he was saying. Out of habit, he took a sip from the glass that was offered, then handed it back. "The good stuff." he commented. "Spock," he said, trying to fight down his body's urgent demands, "I need you to sign this one last report for StarFleet so I can get them all sent out tonight."

"It can wait, Jim. For now..." Spock rose with cat-like grace from where he'd been lying in McCoy's arms and both humans gasped in appreciation. Water ran in rivulets from his hair down his body. He was flushed a lovely green with arousal and absolutely beautiful. His eyes rested on Kirk who was still in his uniform, and McCoy noted the gleam that suddenly appeared in their depths.

"Ah, Jim, if you don't get out of that uniform real quick, you're gonna be wearin' it in here. And it's the devil's own chore to get out of wet clothes in a bathtub with two people climbing all over ya." Blue eyes sparkled into hazel ones as that last sentence went right to Kirk's core.

"You guys are serious, aren't you?" the captain asked, still unable to tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight of the man standing before him.

"You betcha." McCoy grinned wolfishly. "Come on in. The water's fine."

Jim stripped hurriedly, dropping his clothes in a discarded heap. As he neared the bathtub, Spock reached out long arms, lifting him off the floor and pulling him close. Kirk's arms wrapped around the Vulcan's neck, and he leaned in for a kiss. Spock tasted so *sweet* so *delicious*, like nothing Kirk had ever tasted before. He felt himself sliding down Spock's body, aware of every inch of that exquisite form as he slid into the warm, scented water, into McCoy's waiting arms.

With ease, McCoy shifted Kirk into the position Spock had been in but minims ago. "'bout time you joined the party." McCoy said softly in Kirk's ear, then ran his tongue slowly along the outside of that same ear, sucking and nibbling at the earlobe when heard his captain's breath catch, felt him shiver.

"must've ... lost my ... invitation." Kirk managed between breaths. For Spock was touching him again, stroking his face, his neck, his shoulders, along his ribs... anywhere.... It seemed that wherever either of them touched him, kissed him, they set him on fire.

<end T>

"oh, god... ah!" Were those Bones' teeth fastened on his earlobe? He couldn't even tell any more. Over the captain's shoulders, black eyes and blue twinkled merrily at one another, and two heads nodded in total agreement. And suddenly Jim could not breathe at all, as four warm and wet and soapy hands began to rub and caress him all over, paying special attention to a certain eagerly awakening portion of his anatomy, and to the cheeks of his ass, as well. He froze, and had to force himself to take a breath, lest he pass out and slip under the water. A certain amount of wiggling and splashing ensued, before they got settled and comfortable.

Bones grinned, and sent a lazy hand in search of some nipples he could tweak. Ah, there they were. Interesting. Jim kept himself shaved. Felt kinda nice, though he personally preferred his men a little on the furry side. But there was something to be said for this as well, he thought, tracing slow and sensuous circles around those lonesome little nipples. He took his own sweet time about it, grinning even wider when he heard Jim gasp and suck air again.

Spock, meanwhile, had decided to explore whether that ass was as tight as it had always looked, in uniform. Mmmm.... Yes. Apparently, in Jim's case, appearances were not deceiving. Very good. The Vulcan realized that if he could shift himself back a little, like so, and guide Jim into position -- yes. that might work. It would certainly be an interesting experiment.

He reached up, toward the shelf behind them, and found it. A small bottle of bath oil, *very* faintly tinged with sandalwood -- they had found that one part in a thousand was just about right. More than that, and things tended to get a little, ah, out of hand. He held up the bottle where McCoy could see it, then poured some into the palm of his hand, before handing it to the doctor. Some he rubbed onto Jim's back, noting, as the doctor had before him, the way the smooth skin felt under his fingers -- most pleasant, really. Different. The rest he rubbed into both hands, and reached around to massage that so interesting ass that just happened to be where he could reach it so easily. Mmm, hm, yes. This was nice. The scent of the oil was doing the most enjoyable things to his body; he felt fire bursting into life in his belly, a pleasant tight ache start between his legs. Ah, yes...

Kirk was having a hard time, in more ways than one. He would just about catch his breath and get ready to join in, when one or the other of them would do something different and trip out his nerves all over again. God! McCoy had just leaned forward and very delicately bitten one of his nipples. It sent a charge of electricity flying through his body -- and then a warm, oiled finger pressed itself against his butt. He gasped, again, feeling it massage him, caress him, and finally, very gently, slide inside, just a little.

*Dammit, I'm the captain of this outfit. Time to start acting like it.* And with that he leaned forward, enjoying the way that made that finger move inside him, and pulled the doctor into a fierce hot kiss. He reached down under the water, and caressed what he found there.

<<Mmmmm -- he's pretty damn good at this, Spock!>> McCoy's eyes were closed, his face lit up with delight. Mouths opened up and tongues eagerly sought each other out.

<<Indeed! He is... skilled in other ways, as... well...>> A warm hand had just reached behind the captain and grasped at Vulcan hardness. Spock reached up towards Jim's temple, laid his fingers there, and asked, without words. <<Would you... join us?>>

Cooler human fingers brushed his own, and in his mind he heard, <<Thought you'd never ask, Spock!>> He smiled, knowing that both of them would see it in his thoughts, and with a push from McCoy, he opened up the link to include all three of them.

Pleasure doubled and redoubled, surging among them all. More wriggling, a couple of muffled "oof!"s, and some outright contortions later, they got settled with Jim in the middle, Spock behind and Bones in front. All the legs had a place to go. Probably looked pretty wierd, McCoy was thinking, but mmm, it sure did feel nice! More kissing, licking and biting at ears and necks and mouths. The scent of hot horny Vulcan and hot horny humans made a very pleasant mixture; the faint trace of sandalwood didn't hurt a bit.

Fingers were removed, and something bigger pressed against Jim's ass. <<oh, yes!>> A thought flew along the link, and human muscles relaxed, began to admit the invader. Two warm and soapy hands twined together around a pair of human cocks, began to stroke and to squeeze, as Spock also began to move. Very slowly at first; all three were cautious, not wanting to hurt but only to please each other.

*so good* -- the same thought in three minds... So warm, so close... They began to find a common rhythm, to move a little faster, stroke a little harder... Spock was tall enough to reach clear around the other two, gather all three of them into a hug. Mmmm.... *good*.

Soap and water were sloshing over the side onto the floor again -- like always. None of them cared. Along the link that joined them, the pleasure built and climbed, caught fire and raced upwards... Faster, now -- hard to breathe. *Doesn't matter. So *good*!!* Hard to tell, who touches and is touched, whose thought this is or that -- does it matter? No, it doesn't. *This is *us*, and it's *good*... Oh, yes. Oh, gods, yes!* Three minds, three bodies, blending into one; moving as one, breathing as one, climbing ever higher... The universe trembled, seemed to hold its breath...

White-out!!

Burning, tumbling, flying out of control... A slow, delicious drifting fall, back into flesh again, back to gravity and bone and the fast pounding beat of the pulses in their throats... Gasping for air, and very very slowly beginning to realize... *this is me, and this is you*...

A period of silence, broken only by the rasping of their breaths, the gentle splashing of what water remained... Most seemed to have ended up on the floor. Again.

Bones moved first. "I dunno about you two, but if'n I don't git outta this tub, I'm gonna look like the biggest damn prune that ever was. I vote we retire to the nearest bed, gentlemen."

"A logical suggestion, Leonard. Jim?"

"Huh? Oh... Um. Yeah. *Whew*! Guys, ah, that was... um..."

"Purty damn fine, I'd say. Wouldn't you, Spock?"

"Indeed. So. This is the human custom of Valentine's Day? Most interesting. We shall have to do this again, gentlemen. Any successful experiment deserves repeating, wouldn't you say?"

"Hush up, Spock."

"Yes, dear."

<end story>