2001 DFF Award: Second Place Best Phlox and Other Docs Category
Pay the price
T'Len
2001
Series. TOS
Pairing: Sarek/MBenga
Code: NC-17
Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de
Summary: M'Benga has a visitor
Part of the Doctor-Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.doctorfuhqfest.com.kg
Disclaimer: Paraborg/Viacom owns the whole Star
Trek universe. I only borrowed a little part of it for some fun. No
moneymaking, no offence of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is
just fanfiction.
If you are under age, please stay away. If you
have a problem with m/m-sex and relationships, then look elsewhere for your
entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my
mistakes.
Thanks to T'Lin, Janet and Lady Charena for the
quick beta.
I always knew the day would
come when I have to pay. To pay for all the privileges I got. To pay for the
honor to be the first human who was granted an education at the medical part of
the Vulcan Science Academy.
It was only logical to assume
that there was a reason behind my matriculation. Yes I was a brilliant student
on Earth and I had the best reputations, but I merely considered it a fruitless
attempt as I made an application for the VSA.
I had always been fascinated
by alien cultures, especially the Vulcan. And according to the saying no risk
no fun I attempted the unthinkable. And I won.
My surprise was very
un-Vulcan. Even more surprising was that I was treated with respect from my
colleagues and teachers. Yet, I even got more respect then the Vulcans. I got
extra lessons to enhance my mental abilities, which were thankfully high for a
Human. And my mentor Stark took much time to give me special lessons,
especially concentrating on Vulcan males and their special biology.
Yet my whole treatment was
very special. And I figured out that there had to be a certain reason behind
it. One day I caught the rumor that I had a special patron but I wasn't able to
find out more. Somehow it didn't matter to me. I was where I wished to be and I
got the education I had yearned for - so why should I question it?
But a Vulcan would never do
anything without a logical reason, and so I was sure that someday I would be
asked to pay the price for everything. I don't know why I knew, at that moment
when the doorbell of my small apartment rang, that this day had come. I always
trusted my instincts.
Somehow I'm completely
content as I open the door. But as I now recognize my visitor I need my skills
in self-control to hide my surprise. Of course, I know him just as most people
would. His picture is in the news nearly every day.
He was surely the last person
I would have expected. He surveyed me for a few seconds then steps in. I closed
the door behind him. “I am honored, ambassador Sarek" I say.
He stops in the middle of the
room and turns to face me again. He does not waste time with any greetings.
"I have seen the results of your examinations. They are excellent."
"Thank you", is all
that I can manage. I still feel scrutinized from his gaze. There is something
about his impressive figure, his stern face and especially this dark, fathomless
eyes which pull me into his spell. No wonder he is - with this aura - one of
the best ambassadors the federation ever had.
"You were specially
trained in mental discipline and male biology." It's a statement, not a
question.
"Yes." I still
wonder why my mentors choose this specialization. I did not ask for it nor
would I have disagreed. I was much too happy to be at the VSA. It didn't matter
which special branch I choose.
He extends his right hand in
the direction of my head. "I wish to convince myself." Again it's not
a question.
I nod and, a moment later,
feel his fingers at my meld points. I lower the shields I automatically erect
when I'm in the company of a Vulcan. I do not wish to annoy them with my human
emotions. Although my mind is very well disciplined, I'm, nevertheless, only
human.
I feel Sareks mind probe my
own. It's only a shallow link but obviously he finds what he searches for. As
he let go of mine and steps back he gives me a short nod of approval.
I'm obviously not dismissed yet.
"You know everything about Vulcan males" is his next statement
He puts a certain accent at
the word everything and I understand. Of course! Why didn't I think about this
before? Pon farr! Was this the reason to promote me? But I can see no logic in this.
Sarek is a married man.
Suddenly a thought occurs to
my mind. His wife was from Earth, this was well known to me. Maybe she couldn't
be of service at this special time any longer. Vulcan libido grows stronger
over the years, too much, maybe, for a human woman beyond her best years. Sarek
most likely never would cast off his wife. So a surrogate was in order, but
another Vulcan hardly would agree with such an arrangement. And a male had the
advantage of not becoming pregnant.
Sarek's next question - this
time it was really a question - seems to confirm my conclusion. "Do you
have sexual experiences with Vulcan males?"
I shake my head. "No,
ambassador." I had my fair share of male lovers and I'm sure Sarek knows
about that but I never had a Vulcan. It's definitely not a race with which one
just screws around a little bit. And I hadn't thought about finding a life-mate
so far.
I thought he would like to
hear that I'm free but the opposite seems to be the fact. His eyebrows rise.
"That is unfortunate. We have to change this."
And then I'm really
surprised. "Remove your clothes!" He orders. I know I should object,
but somehow I cant. I remember the old Earth saga of the Lorelei nix that spun
her magic around the sailors.
Maybe he had something placed
in my mind during the meld so that I cannot feel objection. I really wonder,
and I'm surprised about my behavior. The whole situation seems suddenly
somewhat surreal to me. I obey immediately and undress myself.
Meanwhile, his robe has
fallen to the floor in one heap. I gaze at his naked body. Tall, slim,
muscular. His cock is already erect, sheer Vulcan self-control I guess. He is
not in Pon farr. I'm positive about that. I would - most likely - have sensed
it, like any other Vulcan male. Vulcan pheromones at that time are so strong
and signal others it is best to go out of their way.
I have no time to wonder
further. He turns me easily around and places me against the table. The tube I
had seen in his hand shortly before obviously contains some type of lubricant.
I feel him grease something cold around my orifice. Then he pauses for a
moment, in which he surely prepares himself, and then he enters me in one swift
movement and without any further foreplay.
I grasp the edge of the table
and I need all my self-control to hold still. I wasn't prepared for this. He is
big, both in length and size. He hadn't looked that impressive before he
entered me, he must have increased his size inside my body.
I surely had a few cocks up
my ass before, but no one was nearly as large as his. But I absolutely feel no
pain. I'm thankful for my mental training. It makes it easy to control my body
and relax my muscles. Sarek pulls out my body, and then thrusts in again. A
third time he pierces me powerfully with his hot rod then he remains quietly
inside my ass.
I feel his right hand travel
to my meld points again. He established a new meld but only a shallow one, not
deep enough to bear the risk of forming a permanent link between us as it
usually happens between supposed mates during sexual intercourse. He does not
speak to me, not with his mind, not with his voice. He just starts to fuck me
with slow, deep thrusts. Over and over again.
I feel the Vulcan double
ridges stroking my prostate. The feelings this provokes are nearly
unbelievable. I'm aroused like never before and it seems to be my own reaction,
not one provoked by his mind.
I need all of my self-control
to stop myself from groaning with pleasure and ecstasy. He thrusts quicker,
then harder and I can feel the orgasm build up inside me. Soon, yes soon I will
come. I grasp the edge firmer, pushing instinctively back at the steel rod
inside me. Another thrust and maybe yet another and...
Suddenly he stops. I catch my
breath, fearing Sarek will pull out and end this now - so near the completion
and without satisfaction. I bite my lips, trying to stop myself from groaning
with frustration. He is still in my mind and I do not wish to give him the
satisfaction seeing any human weakness in me.
But then he rams again into
me with full force, pressing me on the table with his heavy weight and I'm
coming, I'm coming…now…
Soon reality returns. I do
not feel him any longer behind or in me. He hasn't come I know this for sure. Still
slightly shaken I straighten myself and turn around. He is just about putting
his robe on again. His cock is flaccid now. Vulcan self-control is really an
amazing thing.
He observes me when I dress
myself. Then he breaks the silence. “You have passed the test. Your control is
amazing for a human. You have fulfilled my expectations and you will suit well
in my plan.”
"May I ask..." I
think it's about time that he tells me what all this is about.
He nods. "You have heard
of my son, Spock?"
I nod. Of course I have heard
of him. How could I not? He is almost such a legend like his father. The famous
first officer of the Enterprise, the first Vulcan who ever served in fleet, a
successful mission under Pike and now his journeys with Kirk, which had already
become legends. But what has this to do with me, my study and my connection
with Sarek?
The explanation follows
immediately. "My son has a preference for male partners. Human males to be
correct. This was already detected, as he was a little child. I had assumed an
early link with a woman would render this. Unfortunately, I was wrong."
I had heard about the nearly
disaster in which Spock's mating-ritual with TPring had ended. A spectacular
and so far unheard act in Vulcan history, considering the fact that Spock's
human captain was chosen as the opponent.
Sarek continues. "My son
would need another partner. Logic commands that this has to be someone who can
serve with him - as he is not willing to leave fleet yet - who also has a
suitable mental training."
“And you think I am the
one?" I nearly can hear the “click” as my thoughts fall in place.
Ambassador Sarek as matchmaker for his son - who had thought of this?
"I have been looking for
a suitable mate for many years – to be
prepared in case Spock's connection to TPring may fail. You were the most
logical solution."
I wonder if this is meant as
a compliment. I can see the logic in Sarek's plan but there is one point he
can't anticipate. "How can you be sure, Spock would agree to your choice?
Supposing we ever met?"
"You will be transferred
to the Enterprise soon," he answers.
I feel honored. To be doctor
on the flagship really is an honor for a young man like myself. But this ship
has a doctor, a very famous one. "What about Doctor McCoy?"
"You will be his
assistant. Doctor McCoy is a capable man but no expert in Vulcan medicine.
Several accidents made clear that the ship needs an expert. Starfleet was
agreeing to my arguments regarding the health of me son."
For a brief moment I believe
to see a shadow crossing the stern face. "During the journey to the
Babel-conference I was detecting a certain affection between my son and his
captain. Kirk is an unacceptable partner for my son. He will not serve his
needs well. They may arrive earlier then thought again because Spock's time was
interrupted unconsummated. You will be ready for him when he needs you."
His behaviour and his voice
make it clear that he does not accept
any rejection of his plan. But somehow I'm not even thinking about that.
How much I'm still the master of my free will? I really wonder.
"But will your son
accept another choice made by you?" I have my doubts. After all the facts
I have heard about him, Spock is a man with his own, strong will. I guess he
will not like the idea that Sarek had sent me for him. Not to mention the fact
that I just had sex with his father. Although it had not meant anything to
Sarek, Spock probably will not be amused about this.
"He will not know"
Sarek answers.
"He will see it in my
mind" I reply. “If we are supposed to be mates, there will be no secrets
between us.”
Sarek raises his hand.
"I will erase your memories about this event. You will only remember that
you belong to Spock and have to serve him in his time of need, but you will not
remember this meeting or the connection to me."
For a brief moment I think
about escaping. But where shall I go? Sarek surely has the contacts to find me
everywhere. That is, supposing I'm able to leave this room. With his superior
strength he would catch me easily.
Fear rises in my mind, but,
again logic wins. And so I submit myself to the unavoidable as he reaches for
my head and darkness claims me.
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