Title: Replacement
1/1
Author: Lady Charena
Series: A/R-TOS (Mirror)
Codes: S/Mc
Rating: NC-17, non-con
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Summary: Dr. McCoy of "our" Universe intrudes unintentionally into the relationship of Spock and McCoy... (*No* prelude to "Deep down in my dreams")
Warning:
Contains the description of S trying to rape McCoy. Please do not read further
if you won't read this.
Disclaimer:
Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek. This story is mine and only fanfiction. No
moneymaking or no offence of copyrights are intended. If you are under age or
have a problem with homosexuality, please stay away.
English is
not my native language, so please be patient with mistakes. My thanks to T'Len
and Janet for beta. If there are remaining errors, blame me.
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marks a change in time and/or place (memories)
Replacement
1/1
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Lady
Charena, (Oct. 01) Jan. 02
"How
is the Captain?"
McCoy winced
as the voice of the first officer of the ISS Enterprise interrupted his
musings. "Hell, Spock - don't sneak at me like that!" He turned to
face the Vulcan.
Spock leant
against the doorframe; arms crossed in front of his chest and watched the human.
McCoy behaved in a strange way ever since his return from the Halkans. He
seemed to avoid the Vulcan but had been repeatedly observed talking with the
Captain in a very intimate manner. Considering the usual hostility between Kirk
and his CMO this was really something else. He started to wonder what had
really happened down on the planet.
"I did
not *sneak*," Spock answered dryly. "It is always dangerous to miss
the opening of a door, Leonard. Especially at this late hour. You are alone in
sickbay."
"Where's
the nurse on duty?" McCoy asked, rousing from his seat. "I asked her
to check the stock of the..."
"Stay.
She left sickbay half an hour ago with two of your orderlies, Leonard,"
the Vulcan interrupted. "I have already seen for her punishment. She will
suffer a ten minutes session with the agonizer for her neglect of duty. I left
the orderlies in custody of security - they are waiting for your orders."
"I'll...
decide in the morning", McCoy answered hesitantly.
The first
officer lifted one eyebrow in astonishment. "Of course there is no need to
rush their punishment," he said. "But it seems like you are losing
control of your department. After your return from Halkan, you even dismissed
the guard I left here to see for your safety. And you are sitting alone in
sickbay at night - a sure target for Kirk's assassins." Spock left his
place at the door to stand in front of the sitting physician. "Something
happened down on Halkan, am I right? You have been seen with the Captain
afterwards, talking and even... laughing." He added the last word with a
clear tone of distaste. His dark eyes pierced McCoy's. "Are you planning
to deceive me, Leonard?" he asked tensely, his voice cold and dangerous.
McCoy
stared at the Vulcan. "Of course not,“ he finally managed to say. "I
was just... trying to find out why he spared the Halkans. And I dismissed the
guard because I needed to be alone for some time."
Spock
relaxed visibly. "I... see," he said. "Did you succeed in
gaining any information from the Captain?"
The
physician shook his head. "No. He told me nothing at all." McCoy
switched off the computer he had been working with. "It's late - time for
me to get some rest."
"Do
you still feel the need to be alone, Leonard? I would like to spend the night
with you" the Vulcan asked in a mocking voice. "And I will not take a
'no' for an answer."
McCoy
gulped. He had spent a great deal of the evening reading the private log of the
'real' CMO of the ISS Enterprise he found in the physician’s office, the
computer tapes only safeguarded with a voice-lock. He knew from the recordings
that the other McCoy and the First Officer shared a kind of relationship.
"I do not,“ he finally said. "But I am tired, Spock."
* // * // *
"Co-operate
with everything as far as you can, Bones," Jim told him after he informed
Kirk earlier that evening about Spock and the CMO of this vessel. "I don't
want him to get suspicious."
"Are
you telling me to bed Spock if he wants to?" he remembered his own sarcastic
comment.
There had
been a long silence. Then Jim lifted his head to look into McCoy's eyes.
"If there is no other way - yes. I cannot order you to do it. But the
Vulcan is a very dangerous man. He may look like the Spock we know - but he
lacks his integrity, his loyalty to the Captain. Every time I met him, I feel
like he is searching for signs of weakness, ready to attack me. If he becomes
suspicious I don't know what will happen."
McCoy
didn't answer. He avoided the eyes of his Captain. "Don't you think he
will notice a difference?" he finally managed to say. "Remember I'm a
doctor, not an actor."
"Bones...
have you ever been with a man before?" Jim asked.
At that
moment, Marlena interrupted their conversation by arriving in Kirk's quarters and
spared McCoy an answer. But it would have been 'no'...
* // * // *
The Vulcan
went around the desk to stand in front of the physician. "I already told
you I will not take a 'no' for answer,“ he repeated coldly. "I observed
your reluctance to come to my bed for some time now and I am getting tired of
it. Do I have to remind you that you are bound to serve my needs, Leonard? I
own your life - how dare you to deny me the use of your body?"
Again dark,
burning eyes pierced his and McCoy had to force himself not to avoid the gaze
of the Vulcan. He licked his dry lips. "I don't," he said. "I
just feel... exhausted. Spock, listen, I cannot be of much use to you if
I..."
"Are
you making excuses, Leonard?" the Vulcan interrupted and his voice was
dangerously low. "I will not tolerate any of it. You are mine to do with
to my liking and you had better remember your place. Even the CMO of this ship
is replaceable. I heard rumours about M'Benga - he would kill you to get your
position. As far you are under my protection..." He stopped to watch the
reaction to his words.
McCoy felt
like he had been stunned. He gulped, searching in vain for something to say.
"I
await you in my quarters in ten minutes. I expect you to be showered and
prepared." With that, Spock turned and left McCoy's office.
McCoy
reached for his communicator to signal Jim - but the Captain didn't answer.
With a curse, he dropped the useless device onto the desk and his face into his
hands. "I can't do that," he whispered. "But if I don't... if I
refuse to... serve... him, I fear he is able to... rape me or even kill
me."
For almost
five minutes, he tried to think of a way out. He knew he had only one choice -
he had to outwit the Vulcan. If he'd be able to administer a sleeping drug to Spock
before the first officer became too suspicious, he could escape without risking
their return. But how? He jumped up to search through the stock of medicines in
his offices. There - a strong sleeping drug. It would subdue the Vulcan for
several hours, hopefully even long enough for them to make their escape from
the ship. He loaded the drug into a hypo and decided to hide it in the sleeve
of his tunic.
He left his
office and went to his quarters - followed by one of Spock's guards.
* * *
With a sign
of relief McCoy noted that the guard waited in front of his door as he entered
his quarters.
Three
minutes left. He dropped his clothes and went into the shower.
Less then
two minutes left as he went out and slipped into fresh garments. He hid the hypo
carefully in his sleeve again. There was almost no visibly bulge and it would
be quick at hand. He didn't dare to think about what would happen if he
couldn't stun the Vulcan in time.
With less
the one minute left he slipped out of the door and went to Spock's quarters.
His guard lined up to the Vulcan's own sentinel.
* * *
His eyes
needed a moment to adjust to the dim lit room. He had seldom visited Spock's
quarters - 'their' Spock's quarters - but the room bore surprisingly much
resemblance to the one he knew. Red drapings on the walls and a collection of
very old and very deadly looking weapons. The rest of the room was sparsely
furnished. Just something bothered him...
there was no 'Guardian' - this stone-what-ever Spock kept in his
quarters.
Spock was
seated at his desk, only wearing a dark robe. "So... you decided to come
after all." He moved to get up and crossed the room to stand in front of
the physician.
McCoy
licked his dry lips and felt unconsciously for the hypo in his sleeve.
"I'm here as ordered," he answered stiffly.
Dark eyes
narrow suspiciously. Spock took another step closer to the human - and reached
for McCoy. Before the physician could move to escape, the Vulcan's fingers
clamped down on his wrist, drawing him still closer to Spock.
"Secrets,
my dear Leonard? I think I am disappointed," the first officer mocked as
he took out the hypo from McCoy's sleeve. Long fingers played with the gleaming
device for a moment.
McCoy broke
free from the Vulcan's grip and stepped back. "I... I can explain..."
he started.
"No
excuses! You are famous for your little 'tricks', Doctor McCoy - but they never
worked with me. I thought you would have learned this by now."
Spock closed
his fingers around the hypo and for a moment, the physician thought he would
administer it to him - but instead the Vulcan crossed the room to put it into
the disposal slot.
"Do
not try anything that stupid again or you will spent some time in one of the
agony boxes." Spock again approached the human. "Take off your
clothes. I am tired of this games."
McCoy
stared at the Vulcan and felt panic raising its ugly head. He could not... do
that. But at the same time - as if it was an independent creature - his hand
moved to open the hidden seam of his tunic. He drew it over his head and
stopped again.
Spock
crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes narrowed again. "Go
on!"
The
physician tried to stall by peeling off his boats slowly and awkwardly.
As he
straightened, again the Vulcan went to him. Steely fingers closed around his
wrist, drawing him near to the other man. Dark eyes pierced his. "What
happened to your earlier readiness to share my bed?" Spock's voice tripped
with sarcasm. "I remember a time you begged me to take you."
"I...
I am exhausted," McCoy whispered, he could not think of anything else to
say.
After a
moment Spock pushed him away and he almost stumbled and felt to the floor.
"Go on and take off your clothes. And get into the bed,“ the Vulcan
ordered coldly. "I can call my guards to help you, if you should
prefer."
Shell-shocked
the physician obeyed. His hands shook as he opened his trousers and pushed them
down to step out. Naked he stood in front of the Vulcan.
"Get into
the bed."
McCoy
slowly turned and retreated to the bed to set down on the edge. His heartbeat
increased and he felt sweet covering his forehead and chest. He tried to
prepare himself for what would come. And failed. As a doctor, he knew the
techniques of anal intercourse and of some other homosexual practices but he
never felt like trying out one of it. He also knew vulcan males were built very
generously. He shivered thinking of the pain the penetration would cause.
The Vulcan
watched the trembling human as he opened his robe and shed it, then approached
the bed.
The eyes of
the physician widened. He had seen Spock naked during examinations and at
landing missions. But he had never before seen him getting aroused. The heavy,
greenish cock lifted seemingly out of Spock's will, not needing direct
stimulation. The two ridges on the tip flared, glisting wetly in the dim light.
Dark eyes
bore into McCoy's. "Are you refusing me?" the Vulcan asked coldly.
Unable to speak
McCoy shook his head. Spock pushed him down to lay on flat his back and he knew
better than to fight him. Instead he slid up on the bed and turned to kneel. He
couldn't stop trembling and tried in vain to relax a bit so it would hurt
lesser. A bitter taste filled his mouth as he waited like this - a moment - an
eternity... Then a finger probed the virgin opening to his body and he bit onto
his lower lip to prevent a moan.
"I
told you to be prepared." Spock withdrew his hand and reached for a nearby
bottle.
McCoy
gulped. "There... there was no time."
A bottle
was shoved into his hands. "Do it no!"
McCoy's
finger shook violently as he opened it and squeezed some of the lube onto his
palm. Following a clue, he turned to face Spock and reached for the Vulcan's
cock instead of preparing himself first. Keeping his eyes down, not daring to
watch him, McCoy spread the lube onto the stiff, pulsing rod, stalling for
time. If he could finish the Vulcan this way, he maybe...
Spock
pushed him back. "Enough! I will enter you."
Again McCoy
went to his knees. Sweat poured down his brows and burned in his eyes. The
Vulcan pushed his legs apart to gain better access and the next moment the
physician felt something hard and hot nudging his anus. No foreplay to loosen
the cramped ring of muscles only a steady pressure and a sharp pain jutting
through his body. He closed his eyes and clutched at the sheet. There seemed
not enough air in the room, he could nearly breathe.
Suddenly
the pressure was gone and the Vulcan pushed McCoy down to lay flat on his
belly.
"Who
are you?" he hissed, his mouth next to the human's ear.
McCoy
managed a shaky laugh. "Are you trying to crack jokes? Now?" The next
moment Spock left him and he was turned around.
"You
have never been with a man before. Who are you?" the kneeling Vulcan
repeated.
Panic rose
in McCoy's chest. "Leonard McCoy. CMO of the Enterprise," he
whispered.
"Liar."
Spock reached for his face. As he entered the human's mind McCoy passed out.
* * *
The noise
of his communicator woke McCoy. He opened his eyes and groaned. His head hurt.
With a curse he grabbed the device and answered. "McCoy here."
"Bones,
are you okay?" Jim asked.
"I
slept," the physician answered curtly.
"Okay.
Scotty is ready to beam us home. We meet in transporter room one in ten
minutes. And Bones - hurry. Kirk out."
Home.
Relief flooded McCoy as he went up and reached for his clothes. He couldn't
remember going to bed. He knew he had talked to Spock in sickbay - but
afterwards? There was no time to think about this know.
He finished
dressing, fastened the communicator to his belt and left his quarters...
Ende