The Cause Was
Sufficient
By Anastasia
Author: Anastasia THE CAUSE WAS SUFFICIENT "Night" aboard the Enterprise. A time of sleep for some, work for others. Usually a peaceful and quiet time. This cycle was no exception. The ship was on its way to Starbase 24 after the incidents with the Yarneks. It had been somewhat unsettling; but then again, so were many of the things that happened to the crew. It was all part of the service. In his quarters, Spock had just finished his mantras and dimmed the red flame of the firepot. He pulled the covers up to his chin and began the deep meditation/sleep state. Vulcans did not always dream, but Spock usually had several REM cycles a night. He suspected it was his human heritage that caused it. At times it was disquieting. He had, however, gotten used to it over the years. His breathing rate slowed; his eyes began an erratic dance under the lids. Spock dreamed. "Spock! Help…. me…" Spock looked around him. He was alone in a field; at least he seemed to be alone. There were trees and bright crimson flowers, and a stream of crystal water flowing nearby. And a tumble of large tan stones, which is where the cry for help must have originated from. He cautiously hurried to them. He heard harsh breathing and a soft deep voice rambling in what he knew was ancient Vulcan. As he stepped behind the rocks he caught his breath involuntarily. It was Surak. But something was different. His eyes were large; pupils dilated so much they were merely black slits. His hair was wildly tangled, his clothing torn at the chest as though he had rent it with his own hands. He stared at Spock in confusion, then comprehension. "You must help me, Spock." "How?" Spock asked. Surak gasped, then calmed himself somewhat. "It is my time. I am burning. The fever is close at hand." "But we are not on Vulcan and no one is here but us," Spock told him. Then he understood what Surak meant, and his own eyes widened. Surak saw that he knew. "Would you have me die?" Spock backed slowly away from him. "Kroykah!" Surak shouted. Spock halted, his turmoil written plainly on his face. "I ask you again, Spock. Would you have me die?" "It is… not right…" Spock whispered. "There is no bond between us." "I am the Father of All You Became. If that is not a bond, I do not know what is." Spock felt a sinking feeling in his chest. That was true. And his instinct to refuse was not founded in logic, but in fear. He had never been with another male; indeed, he had never had the desire to. But his desires were not the issue. Surak would die without his help. There was no logic in a refusal. Nor in Surak’s death. Spock gripped his feelings tightly and pushed them to the back of his mind. Then he knelt on the ground beside him. His fingers found the contact points on Surak’s face. Surak reached up one strong, slender hand and mirrored his action. His mind was pure flame, desire on top of desire. All wanting, aching, need. Spock reeled mentally from the intensity of it. Surak pushed him down onto his back, tearing Spock’s clothes off with trembling fingers. The link was still there, tendrils of lust winding themselves into Spock’s consciousness even as he gritted his teeth. He did not know how he would avoid being as consumed by the madness as Surak was. He felt Surak’s amusement at this thought. "You will not. Let it claim you. It will make it easier for you to deal with what is to come." Spock’s throat was dry and hot. The aching need was beginning to creep throughout his entire body, curling around every nerve and igniting them into white flame. The warmth rushed through his chest, then went down to his hips and spread into his groin, making him hard and swollen with need. He couldn’t prevent a soft moan from escaping his lips. Surak’s long fingers went into Spock’s hair, tangling themselves in the silky black mass. He pulled Spock’s face close to his. Before Spock fully realized what he was doing Surak’s lips were on his. Instinctively Spock tried to jerk his head, but Surak’s hold in his hair kept him from moving. He gently licked Spock’s mouth, teasing his lips. Then he kissed him harder, forcing Spock’s lips to part, still holding him firmly as his tongue entered and explored the moist insides of Spock’s mouth. Spock’s breath came in shallow gasps. Part of him could not believe this was happening. The other part, ruled by blood fever, wanted more. He knew which part would win out in the end. It was only a matter of time. Surak’s hands left his hair. Keeping his mouth on Spock’s, his fingers wandered down his chest, brushing through the crisp black hair. He found Spock’s nipples and tugged them, causing a jolt of electricity to course through him. His mouth left a warm damp trail down Spock’s neck as Surak brought his lips to the left nipple, licking and sucking it until the flesh hardened. Even then he did not stop; continuing to swirl his tongue on the sensitive nub until Spock moaned beneath him. Then he switched sides and continued his actions. All the while the need continued to rise, demanding fulfillment. Surak left his upper body, working his way downward. Spock’s chest felt cold and strangely abandoned. He was almost completely unable to think, he was so ruled by the emotions. Surak’s hot tongue in his navel caused Spock to jolt with a gasp. Surak gently pushed him back down, fingers splayed on his chest to keep him still as he nipped and licked his way to Spock’s right hip. As Spock writhed beneath him, he made his way to the left one. Then his mouth paused as his hands moved down again and found Spock’s organ, taking it into his heated grasp. Spock went completely still, mouth open slightly. Surak kissed him again as he began to stroke the thick shaft, engorged and darkened by desire. His hands had put a spell on Spock in some way; that small part of him wanted to cry out, to put a stop to the insanity, but he couldn’t. He was flung out as though he’d been bound and was unable to move or speak. He could only lie there and feel the tides swelling up again, rising higher and higher, and he was poised on the edge. With a sudden, swift move, Surak was on top of him, lifting Spock’s legs over his shoulders. Before Spock had any chance to react, Surak’s own hard member was gently pressing on his netherhole. Spock froze in blind terror and almost tried to push him away, but Surak’s mind-voice stopped him. ‘Be still. Open yourself to me.’ Trembling, Spock did as he was asked. Surak rubbed the fluids of his own arousal over his member, making it slick and glisten. He slowly worked his way into Spock. Spock clenched his teeth. By the Goddess, it hurt! Even the haze of shared plak tow could not take all the pain away. But after a few minutes it faded to a manageable ache. Surak moved very slowly, gently, stretching Spock out as carefully as he could. After a few minutes he began to speed up, keeping Spock’s legs hooked over him, sliding his hands under Spock’s buttocks to lift him up slightly. Spock forced the still-rational part of his part to begin the mantras for pain. This had really only just started and he knew it would get worse before it got better. As if to prove him correct, Surak began moving even faster, as the fever boiled beyond his ability to control. He began almost slamming Spock with the strength of his thrusts. Spock could hear himself moaning but was past any point of caring. He felt as though he were being ripped apart. He shut his eyes tight and held on to a rock above his head. He sensed Surak’s onrushing orgasm just before it happened. The other Vulcan made a raw, guttural sound and his entire body shook as he emptied himself into Spock. A moment later Spock felt the warm semen running back out of his body to collect on the ground. Surak had disengaged himself from Spock, lifting him up and propping him against one of the rocks. The pain was dull now, controllable. He opened his eyes to see Surak looking at him with regret. "I unavoidably caused you pain in this. I ask forgiveness," Surak said quietly. Spock wearily raised an eyebrow, then nodded. His voice was hoarse, but strong. "The cause was sufficient." He could see Surak’s relief. And hunger, for the plak tow was far from over. He reached for Spock again, and Spock moved towards him… Spock sat up in his bed with a sharp intake of breath. His pulse was racing even for him, his breathing erratic. He had no difficulty recalling his dream; only he was in total confusion as to why he would have dreamt such a thing. He had never, to his knowledge, harbored any homoerotic desires. And for it to involve Surak!! His face flushed with the shame of it. He quickly rose and went to his computer terminal, accessing everything he could find on dream interpretation. There were thousands of studies. He selected two dozen and began to read. By the time he was finished, Spock had concluded that the dream was a result of the events that had taken place with the Yarneks. He had wanted to save Surak, illogical though it was since he was not the real Surak. His dream was an extension of that. As to why it had taken a sexual turn… on this he was not certain, but theorized that it was because of his own pon farr from a year ago and the fact that, if he did not choose a mate within the next few years, he would die when it occurred again. Subconsciously he must be experiencing a degree of anxiety over the prospect. He added "make note of future dreams for evaluation" and "begin considering taking a mate" to his mental list of things to do before he fell back asleep. END |