The BLTS Archive - Perdition's Fortune
by Bats (BatsRGr8@aol.com)

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Spock woke from his dream calling Jim's name as he came all over his
stomach.

As soon as he forced himself to think past the feeling of release, he
realized the significance of his dream. He knew the time of pon far was
close. Spock had postulated that the next pon far would occur in half
the normal duration between times. He was correct.

After he came out of the shower, he went to his comm. 'Spock to 
Captain
Kirk.'

'Kirk here, Mr. Spock.'

'May I see you in sickbay?'

'Be right down.'

Spock finished dressing and headed to the sickbay.

Dr. McCoy was surprised to have both senior officers converge on his
office without knowing why. He looked to Jim, who looked to Spock.

'As we had discussed, I am informing you that my time of pon far is
close.' Spock was stone faced as he related the news.

'Okay, Spock, as we discussed, we'll go into seclusion.' Kirk answered,
matter-of-factly.

'You know, we are mapping the Meldari system, why not beam down to
Meldar 3. Rent a cottage.' McCoy suggested.

'Good idea, Bones. Mr. Spock''

'I concur. Now I will return to my quarters to meditate. I should prepare.'

Bones and Jim nodded their understanding, so Spock left.

'Spock did that real well. I wasn't sure that he would be able to admit
it out loud that easily.' McCoy pondered.

'We went through it with him last time. He trusts us.' Jim stated quietly.

'Jim I want to inject a transponder. If you become incapacitated, it'll
be a way to track you. You could receive life threatening injuries. We
need to be able to beam you up fast. Spock would probably feel better
too, if he'd only admit it.'

'Okay, Bones.'

McCoy touched at the side of his neck and said, 'Oops. Didn't take.
Sorry Jim. One more time. This time he injected his arm as he had in the
past. 'Do you think Spock'd let me give him one too''

'Not for this. He's embarrassed as it is.'

'Okay, '..so how did you convince him'' Bones asked, voice lowered.

Jim smiled at his friend, 'Told him he's my best friend, and with
humans, this is what friends do for each other. Just about anything.'

'Any thought of telling him the truth'' McCoy asked knowingly.

Jim looked at Bones as if he had grown two heads. 'Yeah, I was thinking
of something like this, I want you to use my body cause I love you.
Yeah, Bones, that would go over well. I want to save his life, not have
him transfer.'

'Jim''

'Bones, he's Vulcan. He tolerates a lot of emotion around him that in
all honesty is probably uncomfortable. I will not compound it with my
personal feelings. It's more than he should have to contend with.' Jim
stated quietly.

'So you're going to settle for pon far every seven years, Jim'' Bones
asked caringly.

'Better than not having him at my side day to day. He's worth that to
me, Bones.'

'Okay Jim, I just don't like seeing you hurt.' McCoy rested his hand on
Jim's shoulder.

'Losing Spock completely would do that, Bones.'

---

Kirk contacted the planet and arranged for a cottage. McCoy gathered all
the supplies that they would need. They met Spock in the transporter
room. Kirk and Spock were in civilian clothes and McCoy couldn't help
his comment, 'You look outfitted for a hike.'

Kirk smiled, 'See you in a week, Doctor. Energize.'

They landed in the metropolitan area and headed for the autocars. They
spotted the building and turned toward it. Jim felt a hand on his
shoulder and before he could turn, all went black.

---

Jim awoke on a bed next to Spock. He checked for the Vulcan's breathing
first, which seemed to be fine and he wasn't sweating. Kirk looked about
him and found that they were in a room that was little more than a jail
cell. It had windows on all four sides that were covered by metal
shields. Other than the bed they were on, the only other furniture item
in the room was a small table.

Jim looked for his communicator and weapon but found nothing else in the
room.

'Captain'' Spock asked upon waking.

'Here, Spock. No place to disappear to in this room.' Jim moved over to
the other side of the bed where Spock still laid. 'Do you remember what
happened''

'I heard you make a sound and before I could turn around, something hit
my shoulder and I was out.' Spock stated.

'You holding up'' Jim asked with concern.

'For the moment.' Spock replied, fighting for control even as he spoke.

The shielding of one side groaned and slid upward into a recessed
pocket. Spock turned in the bed as Jim whipped around to watch what was
reveled.

A white haired, old man stood atop a platform glaring at the two occupants.

Spock sat up and moved to Jim's side as he placed the identity of the
man. 'High Advisor Plasus of the Stratos city on Ardana.'

'Yes, I remember him. Obnoxious man if I recall correctly.' Kirk said
under his breath.

'I see you remember me.' The voice reverberated throughout the room.

'I didn't like you.' Kirk said easily.

'I despise the two of you. You deliberately violated my orders, Kirk,
you changed our lives with your refusal to adhere to the non
interference rule. Which Starfleet ignored, with their sanctimonious
Federation run-around values. You destroyed my power in our society. But
it was you, Spock, with your Vulcan superiority, that ruined all that
was good. You soiled Droxine.' His vehemence for the men was attached to
each word.

'I never touched her,' Spock said to Kirk.

'You contaminated her mind. You told her that there was great knowledge
to be experienced below on the planet. You had challenged her to
understand the others, she no longer wanted her life to be limited to
the clouds.' His eyes were dark with hate, neck muscles distended with
his aversion to even seeing these men alive and happy. 'She died on the
planet surface, in a cave collapse, my daughter is dead because of you.'
Only malevolence could be found in his voice.

'Well now that you have that off your chest, you can let us go.' Kirk
said it with an easy flippancy that he did not feel. He was concerned
for Spock. He didn't have much time.

'Not hardly.' He turned his glare directly on Spock, 'You spoke to her
of the Vulcan logic. The pride in your people left an impact on her. You
told her of your every seven year mating drive. The emotional control
that was lost. I researched it thoroughly.' He reminded Kirk of a child
that liked to torture helpless birds. 'I discovered that Vulcans are
shamed by this biological drive. You do not speak of the madness that
overtakes you. That you seclude yourselves away from the knowing eyes of
your people. And you, Vulcan, are entering that phase now. And I will
see you suffer. Humiliated before your Captain. Scandalized in the eyes
of Vulcan. If you refuse, Kirk will die here before your eyes.' He was
full of pride in his ability to carryout his revenge.

Spock was mortified. Jim could feel it, read it in his eyes and
shoulders. He turned his feral glance to their captor, for what he
planned to do to Spock, Kirk could kill him with his bare hands.

Plasus laughed, reveling in the discomfort of his prisoners. He reached
down to hit a panel light and all the metal shielding lifted to reveal
the continuous glass window that surrounded them. 'Here you will have an
audience. This will be recorded. It will be played throughout the
galaxy. Starfleet will know it. Vulcan will know it. You will be
disgraced, I will be vindicated.' Plasus left the platform and
disappeared from sight.

Spock sat on the bed, face downward. 'Jim, I am too close to the time of
the blood fever. I will not be able to control myself. In front of''Jim
you will be shamed. I will have caused it.'

'I will not. I don't care where I have sex. I don't care who watches.
Spock, do not worry about me. The most important thing is to get through
it alive and intact. We'll fix everything else later.' Jim rubbed the
Vulcan's shoulders. Worried if he'll be able to assimilate the mental
torture.

Spock fidgeted, rocking himself back and forth. Jim searched for any
kind of cream or lubricant. Finding none. He knelt before Spock. 'Spock,
we need to work together. You need to make me cum so that when you take
me, the pain won't be intolerable. Please, we need to start while you
have control.' Jim rubbed the long Vulcan fingers between his hands.

'Jim, I am Vulcan, to be seen like this by outsiders, I can not'.'

'Spock, you must or he will win.' Kirk began to disrobe.

Spock, already caught in the plak tow, watched. He couldn't turn away.
The golden body revealed itself to him and he was mesmerized. Strong
shoulders and a tight chest, smooth with pink nipples. His fingers ached
to touch that smoothness. But his eyes were caught by the hand movement
and followed it as it unlatched the zipper and the pants slid down past
Jim's hips to the floor.

As Jim kicked his boots and pants off, Spock kept his eyes glued to the
growing hardness at the apex of Jim's legs. Spock's mouth watered, his
penis filled, his blood burned.

Jim knew that Spock was watching his every movement and that excited
him. Completely naked he stood up, taking the Vulcan with him. He
unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, blowing air across the olive
chest. He unlatched the waist band and pulled Spock's pants and
underwear down, freeing the olive, double ridged cock. Kirk licked his
lips in anticipation.

He pushed Spock gently back down on the bed and stood between his legs.
He brushed his fingers through the black straight hair. He rubbed his
erection on Spock's face.

The Vulcan growled, the scent of arousal flooded his senses, the pearl
drop needed to be tasted and he devoured Jim's entire penis within his
mouth. He pulled and sucked it like it was a drinking straw. Jim almost
lost himself in the sensations. The Vulcan's warmer than human mouth was
exquisite, and Jim rocked his hips to go in even further. Jim felt his
testicles becoming taught, needing to expand, the seed began its journey
to explode into the beckoning shelter of Spock's mouth. He forced
himself to pull out so he could catch it in his hands.

Spock's disgruntled moan at the missed treat clued Jim that Spock's
control was at its limit. He used some of his own seed to prepare
himself. He sat before Spock on the bed, enticing him. He coated the
thick, olive cock and guided it to his entrance.

'Take me, I want you inside.' Jim's voice was seduction.

Spock's blood boiled and he thrust into Jim with a single movement. The
Vulcan froze in his spot. On the fringes of his sanity, he knew that
this was one of the single finest moments of his life. Jim's undulation
broke his revive and he thrust to meet his human.

His control gone, he was driven by sensation. Each thrust brought him
closer, he craved it, he pounded, harder, faster, trying to find the
exit, and then, there it was. Everything that he was flowed outward in
the direction he had pointed. He wanted to follow it, but the incessant
want returned, demanding more.

His olfactory was heightened into an intensive awareness and he could
smell his human filling, needing him. 'My Jim.' He said it aloud and Jim
echoed his words.

'Yes, yours.'

Spock raked his teeth across Jim's belly, breathing the smell that
brought him to life, he was needed, he could do this. Again he sucked
Jim in. No gentleness, only the insatiable desire to draw all that is
inside, out. Jim screamed as he gushed into the Vulcan's open, waiting
throat. Spock drank, memorizing the taste, knowing he'd want more.

He flipped Jim over, raked his back with his nails and thrust inward
with a single move, crying out, 'Mine,' as he claimed his Jim again.

Jim moved with his Vulcan, urging him on, feeding the passion. The
intensity compounded and leached into Jim, he swelled again. Calling to
the Vulcan to pound harder, driving him to the edge, they plunged over
together and fell into and exhausted slumber. The applause went unheard
by the expended lovers.

As the day wore on, the time of rest became shorter. As Spock would
empty himself deep within Jim, he would be hard before he could pull
out. Spock took Jim against the wall, faced pressed against the glass,
Jim didn't care. Spock was surviving and that was all that mattered to
Jim at this moment in time. Spock took his human standing up, Jim's legs
wrapped around his waist. He sucked on the pink nipples as he moved the
human hips along his shaft.

By the end of the third day, Jim was barely conscious. Sleep depravation
the worst offender. He was also thirsty. Spock obviously was also, but
he kept licking the sweat off Jim's body. When Jim awoke, he could see
the stars above and people's faces pressed against the glass. Uncaring
of their presence, he headed awkwardly to the pitcher of juice. After
consuming the entire amount, he yelled to the room at large, 'We'll need
some more drink and nourishment if you want your show to continue.'

He checked on Spock and found him in a deep sleep. He knew that they had
a couple of more days to get through, then escape would become a
priority. He was discouraged in finding that the transponder in his arm
had been raked out by Spock's nails. He hoped the ship had enough of a
fix to trace them. He was able to tell by the stars that they weren't
where they had beamed down. He crawled back into bed next to Spock and
took what sleep he could.

---

Spock woke but did not open his eyes. He felt arms about him, sniffed
the air and knew it was Jim. He then remembered where he was and why. He
stiffened imperceptibly, but gave no other outward sign of awareness.
His body's urgings, while tempered were not gone and he would have to
take Jim again. The craving to bond was strong. He could only just
control his hand not to meld them. This last part of the pon far was
where the bonds were formed and reinforced. He would not loose complete
control during this portion, but the desire to meld will be compulsive.

The Vulcan turned to look at the human, all else forgotten. His mind
still marveled at what this man would do for friendship. Jim had saved
his life and all Spock had done was to bring shame to Jim. Not a fitting
payment for such kindness. Spock watched as the sun came up and back lit
the sleeping man and his golden skin became more pronounced. All he had
to do was reach his hand and touch Jim's face and that golden man became
all his. His. The slender hand reached out'

Spock drew it back quickly, shocked and ashamed at what he almost did.
For Spock this would become his greatest shame. But he knew as he lay
next to this human, eventually he would not be able to stop himself. If
it was something he truly did not want, he would have been able to
dredge up enough control to prevent it. But this glorious human was all
he had ever wanted. Forced to face that fact on Vulcan three and a half
years ago, he had kept it well hidden. Yearning to keep the friendship
intact.

Being held prisoner here, he would become unable to withstand his own
desires. He would be forced to form the bond with Jim. His Captain will
then share his thoughts, by force, no choice of his own. Jim will
discover his Vulcan failure, his love for a human, his Captain.

Spock believed that death would be the most logical choice.

Jim, silently awake, watched Spock's face, his eyes, his body language.
He knew that Spock was now fighting the urge to bond. He had hoped to
talk with Spock about this, reassure him, but those plans had gone
array. He figured that Plasus, no matter how educated in the Vulcan
ways, had no idea how to read this individual Vulcan. Well he did. He
knew that Spock had made the decision to end his life rather than force
himself on an unwilling soul.

He grabbed Spock's hand and rubbed his first two fingers over Spock's
first two fingers. His actions were not in line of sight of their
captor. The startled Vulcan looked Jim straight in the eyes, almost
afraid to read what was there. Jim continued to stroke his fingers. The
touch became more sensual.

Spock studied the hazel eyes, eyes with a message that had saved him on
many an occasion. But now that message was personal. They spoke of
wanting. Needing. Just him.

At Spock's startled brow raise, Jim increased the pressure on Spock's
fingers. He threw his heart into his eyes. And Spock understood, for
those eyes could convey nothing or everything and at this moment, Spock
saw into Jim's soul and his heart. A heart that beat for him.

The Vulcan returned the pressure against Jim's fingers. He understood.
We control when.

To the room at large, Spock yelled, 'You can not make me do this, I will
not be forced to bond. I am Vulcan. I will cease my body functions.'

Plasus' voice answered confidently, 'Do that and I will kill Captain
Kirk. Painfully and slow. Is that what you wish''

A door opened and a man came in, he pressed Jim's own phaser against his
temple.

Spock looked up horrified. 'He did nothing to your daughter. It is not
logical to harm him.'

'It will hurt you. That is enough of a reason to do so.' Plasus smiled,
insanity in his eyes. The lackey with the phaser clicked the setting to
number two, kill.

Spock called out, 'Okay I will meld.' He moved his hands towards Kirk's
face.

'NO. Not now. During a sex act, then the bond can not be broken. My
final triumph and your ultimate humiliation. You will live with it and
my revenge for Droxine will be enjoyed over and over. When the chip of
your animalistic mating reaches the open market, two Starfleet officers
engaged in violent sex, you won't get to work on many starships will
you'' His laughter filled the room. 'Now. Perform now or Kirk dies.'
Faces appeared along the glass window.

Spock rolled on top of Jim, checking his eyes for his consent. The look
had not changed. Jim was already hardening beneath him. He gyrated his
hips as he focused his thoughts to only Jim. He blocked out all the
surroundings and Jim became the center of his universe, just as he
always was. He kissed the dark pink lips and lost the battle of tongues
as Jim captured his and rolled it in his mouth. Spock groaned as the
sensuous feeling took over his body. He took his tongue out of Jim's
mouth and started the exploration of his bondmate to be. He nibbled the
round ears, he tongued the stubbly neck. He ran his teeth down his
throat and bit the human shoulder.

Jim cried out with desire, not pain. Spock's tongue licked the bite and
began again its search and destroy mission. The rosy nipples were
already peaked and waiting for the Vulcan mouth to tease them. They were
not disappointed. The Vulcan's tongue lavished the navel with the same
singular attention which caused Jim's hips to buck upward. The scent of
Jim's arousal was as intoxicating as he remembered, and he was drawn to
it as a moth to flame but without the dramatic death.

Jim called out Spock's name as the Vulcan engulfed Jim's engorged penis
fully into his mouth. He sucked and moved along the shaft with enough
force that Jim came violently into Spock's mouth. He swallowed some and
spit the rest into his hand for use to prepare Jim.

Spock ran his nails lightly over Jim's testicles, following the natural
line to the opening. With the cum coated finger, he pushed in. The hole
reacted wantonly as it offered no real resistance. His steady use of it
during the arduous portion of pon far was still evident.

Jim moaned and whispered, 'Hurry, I need you in me.'

Spock was on the edge of his control, but reigned himself in. He would
take him gently, the mindless part of pon far was past. He inserted two
fingers and stroked the expected protrusion and Jim rocked himself
against fingers. Spock coated his own penis with the last of the cum and
press against the entrance.

Jim opened his eyes and mouthed, 'Come on in.'

Spock pushed into the warmth and tightness of Jim. Better than his hazy
memory. He thrust twice then placed his fingers against Jim's temple and
fell into his new sun-drenched home.

Jim opened his mind and welcomed Spock in, sharing all he is with the
Vulcan. He showed him the love that he had carried locked away for him
and why he had hid it. The fear of making his best friend uncomfortable.
With this knowledge, Spock cried out his joy.

// Love you, my Spock. I want this. I want my life entwined with yours.
I embrace all the bond will be. //

// Sunlight and joy. You are more than I ever presumed possible. Jim you
are my bondmate, I will shield thee. //

// Oh Spock, you are my bondmate and I will shield thee, t'hy'la. //

Spock became one with joy at the human's use of the Vulcan endearment.
The joy encompassed Jim and they climbed the peaks of their minds, where
they joined and together they scaled high and became one with all that
was there.

The words of Plasus disgust, the sounds from the spectators, the threat
of the phaser, all was lost on the bonding lovers. Far from the desired
expectations of their captor.

---

Jim woke to the tingling of a beam up. As he and Spock materialized on
the transporter pad, he yelled, 'Plasus from the cloud city on Ardana,
captured us, he has chips of the pon far, this will destroy Spock.
Retrieve them.'

Sulu and McCoy were the only personnel attending, Sulu took in the
condition of his beloved Captain and First Officer. He hit the comm,
'Chekov, Scotty. Full phaser. Transporter room now.'

McCoy had covered Jim, who now cradled Spock with a thermal emergency
blanket, after getting them off the transporter pad.

Scotty and Chekov burst into the room, Sulu filled them in and Mr. Scott
looked to his Captain, 'We'll get them Captain, never fear.'

The looks of the three crew bode ill for any that stood in their way.
McCoy worked the transporter controls. He then called for the aid of an
emergency team.

As they waited their arrival, Jim asked, 'How'd you find us' I lost the
transponder.'

'Not the one I placed in your neck. That was my back up plan to monitor
your condition.'

Jim nodded, remembering his 'oops,' 'Came in handy.'

---

Spock woke and immediately felt for Jim.

Jim returned the mental caress, then said aloud, 'We're home Spock, open
your eyes.'

The Vulcan glanced about, the walls of the sickbay looked back. Jim was
the only other occupant. Spock accessed himself and discovered that
there were no residual traces of the chemical imbalance.

'Bones will be back in a bit. He says we're under nourished, but okay
otherwise.'

Spock checked Jim with his eyes before using the bond. Yes, Jim was
fine. He shuttered his thoughts as he remembered the precedent events.
The public pon far, the public sex, the bonding forced on Jim, his
shame. He remembered it all with unusual clarity, when the memory should
have been hazy. He also remembered the joy, could he trust it'

'Don't do that.' Jim said aloud, watching the Vulcan's face. // I like
being here. // He said with the bond. 'Scotty, Sulu and Chekov are
seeing to the matter of Plasus and the recordings. We will let no harm
come to you. They understand friendship too.'

Spock nodded understanding. // Jim, you have always been more than a
friend to me. You have treated me as no other. //

// Spock you are my kindred soul, my other half. My heart recognized its
completion when I first walked on the Enterprise. My head was afraid to
insult you. // Jim moved over and sat beside Spock. He traced a finger
up his brow before he lowered his head to kiss lips that beckoned his
touch. // I will allow no one to separate us. // Jim's kiss was driven
by the passion of his vow.

The mind smile that Spock gave, hit every alcove of Jim's mind, Spock
vowed in return, // I will permit no harm to befall thee. // Jim smiled
in return.

They were interrupted as Uhura's voice sounded, 'Bridge to Captain Kirk.'

'Kirk here,' he said as he depressed the button, staring at Spock as he
spoke.

'Landing party ready to beam up.'

'Acknowledged.'

McCoy entered and gestured to the door, 'Transporter room, Gentleman''
Spock and Jim followed McCoy.

The men shimmered into view and it was plain to see that Scotty held a
box in his arms. He handed it to the Captain. 'This contains everything
that was possible to record on.'

'And Plasus'' Kirk asked curiously.

'Dead. He and his two men fired on us. We demanded their surrender but
they refused and then fired. I am sorry Captain, but they are dead.'
Sulu said the words, but his face and voice was anything but sorry.

Chekov handed Spock a bag, 'These are all of your belongings, sir.'

Jim Kirk looked at the three men, at Spock and McCoy, then back to the
three men. 'Finer crew and friends, a man could not find. Thank you
gentlemen.'

'Yes, your assistance is most appreciated.' He then surprised them all,
he gave them a grateful look.

All three men were half embarrassed at the display of emotion from Spock.

'Our pleasure, Mr. Spock,' Scotty said.

'Anytime,' Chekov grinned.

Sulu looked at the Captain and First Officer and stated quietly, 'We
protect our own.'

---

On advise from M'Benga, McCoy insisted that Kirk and Spock take the next
seven days off. It is standard procedure for a newly bonded pair. The
duo did not complain. They elected to go to Spock's quarters as it was
warmer. They shed their clothes and crawled into bed. Spock pulled Jim
close and spooned behind him. They slept.

Spock woke before Jim and gently rested his head on his bent arm,
watching his bondmate sleep. Just the possessive sound of it thrilled
Spock. At the time of his betrothal break, he never expected to take a
bondmate. Now, not only did he have a bondmate, but the one that made
the music of his heart.

Hazel eyes opened and met the glowing black eyes fixed on his face with
love. Jim sucked in his breath, the open look of love on his beloved's
face was beyond imagination. Spock's eyes smiled back.

'It's time to discover each other slowly,' the Vulcan's seductive voice
suggested as he brushed Jim's chest with his hand.

Jim took possession of Spock's lips and said into his open mouth, 'I
think I'll start right here.'

---

The End