Title: Leaving Vulcan: a half-breed’s revenge
Author: Rae Trail
Pairing: S/Stonn
Rating: Sick. Okay, NC-17
Feedback: Rae_Trail@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Viacom is Borg, and wouldn’t want this one, anyway!
Notes: Part of the "Spock Fuhq Fest", http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest

Warning: sick, sick, sick… but better than it was supposed to be! I have to leave the list for 2 weeks, thanks to RL, so you can all send your letter bombs after the 15^th, please.

Leaving Vulcan:
a half-breed’s revenge.
By the A/U Rae Trail

"Spock?"

The lean Vulcan looked up from his work and leaned on the hoe, watching as Stonn approached. The Slith’t field was almost fully tilled, and he was filthy and tired from his exertion. "What is it?"

"T’Pring is in her last hours. She asks for you."

If he had been more human he would have snorted his contempt. It must have shown in his face, as Stonn shifted uncomfortably and raised a hand in defense. "I am only the messenger, Spock. I thought you would not come, but a person’s last words are not to be lightly dismissed."

"She is hardly worth the effort you took to locate me." He lifted the hoe and let it fall with a satisfying ‘thunk’ to continue his weeding. "It is largely her doing, and other Pure Vulcanists, that I am here at all. I have no wish to honour her."

"I think she wishes to recant, or ask your forgiveness. I do not know, we do not Link outside of our Time. Both seem unlikely, but people become strange as they die, Spock."

"It is illogical, and foolish. I am human enough to bear a grudge, Stonn. You should not have come. Though I doubt you have much to do, the amount of work our shuttles are getting these days. Pilots are rather underemployed, are they not?"

Stonn paced away and back, hands clasped firmly behind him. "You are stubborn and illogical. There is no reason for you to be here, farming, letting your brain sit idle, when your abilities would be so much better utilized at the Academy. Yet you are here. Why? Because you will not bend to the logic of a Sanitized Vulcan. Your heart is still among the stars."

"My heart…" Spock stilled, feeling the wave of sadness that always accompanied thoughts of his former life. How he longed to be free of this place! "What would you know of hearts, Stonn? What would you know of me?" He glanced at the other man, and to his surprise saw a thin sheen of sweat on Stonn’s brow. "You are perspiring, yet I am the one labouring. Why? Did you walk from shi’Kahr?"

Stonn swallowed noisily. "I… find that I am aroused. You are very… pleasing, Spock."

Spock straightened and let the hoe stand still, one eyebrow tilted in surprise. "You appreciate my form? You are sexually attracted?"

"You… are streaked with dirt. And scantily clad. And very well muscled, from your farmer’s labour. I find you pleasing indeed. Please forgive my effrontery."

It occurred to Spock that this was the ultimate irony. Stonn, husband of she who should have been Spock’s wife, initiating a sexual advance while his wife lay dying. "You show little respect for T’Pring, " he said drily.

Spock was stunned at his invective as Stonn replied: "I have no respect for T’Pring. She is a vicious and vindictive woman, with little command of logic or of herself. She may be an important founder of the Pure Vulcan movement, but she is a cold and cruel woman. Since your first Pon Farr, since the Kun-ut-Kalifee, she has made my life a misery to me. Shortly she will cease to exist. She expects me to carry her Katra, and does not realize that one reason I agreed to come and fetch you was a hope that she would expire before I could convince you to return with me." If Stonn had been human, he would have spat. He stepped forward, held out a hand and let it fall. "I hope that I was correct."

"Certainly, if your aim is not to return without me, you are correct. I will not accompany you to see your wife. However, if you are sincere in your attraction, I will have sex with you."

Stonn froze and stared at Spock. "You are jesting. This is a human thing."

"I do not jest, Stonn. I have lost the ability, since I was forced to remain here against my will. But if I do this favour for you, I expect something in return." He paced up to Stonn and tossed the hoe aside. In one swift move he had Stonn’s genitals in his hand and Stonn gasped. "What can you offer me?"

Through the touch both men were aware of Stonn’s arousal and his fear, and Spock’s unshakeable calm. Stonn licked dry lips. "I do not know. What is it that you lack?" Spock moved his fingers, massaging Stonn’s scrotum, and Stonn groaned, leaning into the caress.

"Transport. I wish to leave Vulcan. As a half-breed and dissenter I cannot gain access to the remaining shuttles without assistance. You, a shuttle pilot with all the codes, can escort me onto the field. I will take it from there." He stroked the short, fat shaft that was growing under Stonn’s robe. "Promise it, and I will play you until you can’t remember your own name."

"Spock…" it was all breath. Then Stonn rallied and stepped back. "I cannot. Where would you go? Vulcan is no longer a member of the Federation. You would not be accepted."

"I am half human. I will be accepted. Even were I not, I would prefer to go among the Rihannsu than remain here, where all minds are closed." He stepped up to Stonn and, very slowly, bent to lick one long ear. Stonn moaned and his eyes shut. "Among feeling people, who taught me the arts of the body, Stonn. Agree to my terms and you will feel such pleasure, here on the dirt of my Slith’t field, that you may go the rest of your life on the memory alone."

Stonn would have fallen if Spock’s arms were not ready as his knees gave way. "I do wish it. I can get you onto the field – it is logical. Vulcan is better off without any tainted blood." Spock erected the impenetrable shields he had developed among Humans, shielding himself from Stonn so that none of his intentions reached the other man.

"Yes," Spock hissed. "Much better off without a half-breed no one wants." He slid his hands down Stonn’s torso, and grasped his ass. "And you deserve pleasure, after half a lifetime with that woman. Did she ever suck you, Stonn? Did she ever beg you for pleasure? Did you ever enjoy sex with her, outside of your time of mating?"

"Nnnnoooooooo oh!" Stonn sank down and Spock followed. "Please, don’t stop!"

"I have your promise? You will take me onto the field." He began to undo the other man’s robe, feeling him tremble at the barest touch. A part of his mind was disgusted by his actions, but mostly he felt pleased to be using T’Pring’s husband thus, while she was lying on her death bed.

"I promise. Yes! Tomorrow morning, I swear it." Spock parted Stonn’s robe and grasped the quivering penis with one hand, using the other to tease first one, then the other ridge.

"Today. Immediately. As soon as you and I are finished here."

"As you will. Oh!" Stonn’s eyes opened wide. "If I had known there was pleasure like this outside of mating…"

"Such pleasure, Stonn…" Spock bent and took the fat cock in his mouth, pleased when Stonn howled. He moved his consciousness toward, then into, Stonn’s mind.

As he suspected, Stonn was a sloppy telepath. His poor bond with T’Pring, his rather dull and isolated work as a shuttle pilot, and his lack of advanced training let his mind open to Spock like a primer. Spock would have grinned, if he’d been able.

The other man was so distracted by new sensations that he didn’t notice Spock’s illegal invasion. Spock sucked hard, swirling his tongue around and between the flaring ridges of Stonn’s cock, while his mind probed for and found what he expected: Stonn didn’t believe Spock could escape just by gaining access to the field alone. He expected Spock to be captured and shamed.

Spock cupped Stonn’s scrotum and began to squeeze it gently, further distracting the groaning man as he probed for, and found, shuttle access codes, start-up procedures, security over-rides, passwords. He made sure he had all he needed, then brought Stonn to climax with a tickle to the seldom- stimulated pleasure center of his brain. Stonn came with a violent convulsion and cried out Spock’s name.

"Such pleasure," he whispered. "Spock – stay with me. T’Pring will be no more, and I can protect you from the prejudice of the Pure Vulcanists. Teach me more of this."

Spock laughed, a short, ugly, unVulcan sound. "Stonn – I cannot. Take me to the shuttle port. We had an agreement. You would merely open yourself to attack from the Purists if you began to protect me. I have no wish to stay here. I will go among my own people, the humans." He rose and dusted himself off. Stonn straightened his robe, then bowed to the taller man.

"It is best. Will you not come to T’Pring, first? I ask out of duty."

Spock stared at the other man. "It will be a cold mid-day on Vulcan’s forge before I do anything for Vulcan again. Let us go."

And later, as he blasted off of Vulcan’s surface leaving Stonn sleeping off a nerve-pinch in his own groundcar, he considered that it was not in vain that he had been Jim Kirk’s sidekick for so many years.

Jim would be proud.

END