The BLTS Archive- Night Demons
by T'Thrill (TThrill1216@aol.com)

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THE CHALLENGE:    My challenge to you would be to write a story where
Spock is weepy and/or suicidal. And make it believable according to
your interpretation of canon. 

This was just a quick answer to the challenge. It has not been
reviewed by a beta. Any mistakes are mine, and I am sure they are
plentiful. Ignore them or pass on by.   

Warning: This story contains adult themes and explicit m/m sex.  If
you are not interested in such things, or are under eighteen years of
age, please find your entertainment elsewhere.  

Disclaimer: Copyright September 2000 by T'Thrill. This story is an
original work of amateur fiction based on the Star Trek universe
created by and solely owned by Paramount, Viacom, and all of its
entities. I make no financial gain from this work of amateur fiction
what so ever.  

Archive: ASCEML, COCO_SSD, VulcanRomulanfic and BLTS provided that all
header information is included. Please archive complete text only. All
others please ask first by contacting me. Thanks in advance.  

Comments: Feedback is always welcome.

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Jim turned the hum of the sonic shower to "off" and, once again,
listened carefully. He had occupied the cabin adjacent to his first
officer's since being assigned to the Enterprise, but this was the
first evening that he had ever heard any noise from the cabin. Spock
was usually the quietest neighbor anyone could ask for. These
partitioning walls were not particularly thick, and many of the crew
had had to change cabins several times until they had found an
arrangement that suited all. So, to hear the knocking sounds from
Spock's cabin, especially over the hum of the shower, meant that there
was something extraordinary going on. 

Jim grabbed a towel, a habit more than a necessity, and threw it
around him. When exiting from the sonic shower, your skin tingled
somewhat, but you were certainly not wet. However, old habits are hard
to break. Jim slipped on regulation trousers, minus any underwear
because, after all, he was going to fall into bed at any moment, and
grabbed a t-shirt. He needed to be presentable enough to go into the
corridor and signal the room next door. He was not on his way to a
duty shift or staff meeting.  

He stopped just before exiting his own door and listened. There it was
again, the same sound that he had been hearing all evening, a
noticeable knocking noise. But now it was followed by a sound that,
had it been coming from any other than Spock's cabin, could only be
described as muffled sobbing. Jim slipped the shirt on, left his cabin
and took the few paces to the door located just to the left of his. It
was a door he knew well, and one that he stood in front of often, but
he would never think of entering until he was invited in. He signaled
and waited. There was no response, and no longer any sound coming from
the interior of the cabin. He pressed the signal once more, with more
intensity, even though the effect on the actual mechanism did not
detect intensity. It either buzzed, or didn't buzz.  

Still, there was no answer and Jim listened to see if he could hear
any movement inside. Everything had returned to normal after an
unsettling day, and Bones had supplied everyone with the antidote to
the Psi 2000 virus. Spock had been particularly affected, but only for
a short period of time. When Jim had found him in the conference room,
Spock had been beside himself. Wailing about never being able to hug
his mother, and other such emotional issues. But when Jim had finally
been able to get through to him that he was needed to restart the
engines, Spock had snapped out of it and been able to concentrate on
the issue at hand. Of course, not before infecting Jim with the virus,
but that had only made him more determined to save this ship.  

Jim looked each way up and down the corridor, unsure what he was
looking for. Was he assuring himself that he could enter the cabin and
allow Spock his privacy against curious onlookers, or was he hoping
for someone to go in with him? Either way, he knew he had to use the
override.  

Palming the signal, the door opened to him. The blast of heat, hotter
than usual, hit him first. The dimness of the cabin was quite unusual,
as well. He stepped inside and let the door slide shut behind him.
"Spock?" Jim whispered into the eerie stillness of the cabin. 

There was no sound. He had begun to wonder if Spock had left to go
elsewhere when he noticed the bare feet lying in the floor and
protruding beyond the divider screen. "Spock!" he called as he rushed
to the sleeping alcove. 

Rounding the corner, the sight that met him was surreal. Spock lay
naked, face down, in the floor of his cabin. The body was convulsing
in spasms but there was no sound coming from him. There were dark
spots on the carpet and Jim was unsure, but reasonably certain, that
it was blood. He knelt down and placed his hand on the back of the
shaking man. The heat radiating from him was unbelievable. Jim looked
toward the console and called, "Get me sickbay! I need Leonard McCoy
to report, NOW!" 

"NO!" Was gasped from the form on the floor.  

"Spock, I have to get Bones up here. You're bleeding!" 

"STOP…HIM!" The words sounded if they were being forcefully dragged
from the depths of Spock's throat. 

Against his better judgment, Jim called toward the console, "Belay
that order. Security lock on. Light at half normal." The lights rose
significantly enough for Jim to look around the cabin. 

At the canceling of the order for the doctor, Jim watched as Spock's
shoulders relaxed somewhat, but that only made the body shake worse
with the sobbing. Other than in the conference room this morning, he
had never seen his stoic first officer show any emotion. Well, not so
anyone could tell. But Jim was becoming quite good at picking up on
the slightly tilted lip that would have been a boisterous laugh from
anyone else, or the raised eyebrow that could speak volumes. Yes, he
was becoming very adept at reading those slight movements from this
man.  

"Spock, what is it? Have you been attacked?"  "No…The ship…almost
destroyed…I could not…can not…tell you what you mean…never let you
know…always be alone…" He could not go on. He slammed his fist on the
floor repeatedly and then buried his head in his arms and the sobbing
took over again. "Leave me…death…only death will stop this!" 

"Spock! Spock, it is all right! The ship is safe. Do you understand
me? Because of you, the ship is safe. I will not leave you. Not like
this. If you will not let me get Bones, then let me see you through
this." Now it was clear that the affliction that had attacked the crew
earlier in the day, still held Spock in its grip. Jim, absentmindedly
at first, rubbed Spock's back as he was trying to calm him down. But
it seemed to help and, with increased determination, Jim stroked the
back and shoulders and even the back of Spock's head, feeling, for the
first time, the softness of the thick black hair. He felt the body
begin to relax under his touch. The racking sobs were transforming
into gasps of exhaustion. Even this strong being had his limits. This
man, who in just a few short months, he had come to rely on so much.  

He tried to find out where the blood was coming from. He noticed the
outside edge of each hand was smeared and he reached for one, turning
it toward the light. There were abrasions running the length of the
hand and wrist. Spock had rubbed the skin off pounding the floor. He
knew he needed Bones here, but he knew he needed to get Spock on the
bed and get him cleaned up and covered first. Spock would never
forgive him if he allowed Leonard McCoy, or anyone, to see him in this
state.  

He rolled Spock over and placed an arm beneath his neck and another
under his knees. With effort, he was able to get Spock on the bunk and
it was then that he noticed the other effects of the virus. Spock had
an erection that took Jim's breath away. Jim had had many sexual
encounters with many species of both genders, but nothing had prepared
him for the sight of this man aroused. 

Jim went to the bathroom and retrieved a washcloth, towel and a bowl
of warm water, and brought them to the table beside the bed. Trying to
ignore the obvious, and not succeeding, he began to sponge the body
with a wet cloth. Starting at the face he wiped the eyes, forehead,
mouth and neck. He took a fresh towel and dried the face and then
rewet the cloth. He bathed the chest and down the arms and when he
reached the abrasions on the hands, Spock moaned and opened his eyes.
He was no longer crying, but the pain in the eyes broke Jim's heart.
Never had he seen such pain.  

"It's okay," Jim whispered. "I am going to get you cleaned up before I
get Bones up here. I think you are still suffering the effects of the
virus." 

Spock didn't speak, but closed his eyes and a shutter ran through the
body. Jim cleaned each hand and down the chest. As he reached the
abdomen, his attention was, once again, drawn to the engorged organ.
There were two flared ridges encircling the round, smooth head. There
was a small amount of clear liquid that was beginning to ooze from the
small slit.  

Every stroke of the cloth on the abdomen caused the cock to jump
slightly and it was all Jim could do to drag is eyes away from the
beautiful organ. He looked to Spock's face and saw that Spock was
watching him. Jim felt the rush of blood to his cheeks. To be caught
staring at Spock's groin was beyond embarrassing. He reached quickly
for the dry towel and dried the area that he had bathed, then placed
the towel over Spock's groin. He rinsed out the cloth in the warm
water and began wiping down each leg. He noticed there were abrasions
on each knee where the carpet had scraped the skin from them. Gently,
he cleaned the wounded areas. He did not have another dry towel to dry
the legs and he did not want to leave Spock long enough to go retrieve
another one, so he took the towel that he had covered Spock with and
patted the water from each leg. In the heat of the cabin, it would not
take long for the water to dry, but as heated as Spock's skin felt, he
did not want him to be chilled from the dampness on his skin.  

He replaced the towel and looked back toward Spock's face. He was
still watching Jim intently. Spock whispered something, but Jim did
not understand him. Jim sat on the edge of the bunk and leaned over to
the man. "What do you want, Spock? What can I do?" 

"Touch me," Spock breathed. 

"Touch you? Spock, is that what you are saying? You want me to touch
you? Where?" 

"Jim…I need you…touch me." The words were breathed with such desire,
that Jim felt his chest tighten.  

The look in the eyes left no doubt where Spock wished to be touched.
Jim was equally sure that this could be the biggest mistake of his
career, but that did not seem to be an issue at the moment. Still
watching the dark soulful eyes, he reached down and gently lifted the
towel off of the body and laid it aside. His fingers lightly touched
the shaft of the heated organ and he saw Spock close his eyes and
breath deeply through slightly separated lips. Jim ran his fingertips
up the length of the shaft and felt Spock push his hips toward the
touch.  

Whatever this man needed, Jim knew it was his destiny to provide. He
slid down on the side of the bed and grasped the head of the organ
gently. Spock's hips bucked upward and Jim's hand slid the length of
the straining cock. He began to pump up and down the organ and watched
Spock's face as the pain in the dark eyes melted into fiery passion. A
moan escaped the slightly parted lips that cut through Jim's soul. He
rubbed his thumb across the smooth head and spread the leaking fluid
across the tip and around the ridges. He drew his eyes from the face
and down to the hot organ held in his grip. Jim continued pumping the
organ as he bent toward the head and flicked the slit with his tongue.
The taste of Spock's pre-ejaculate was delicious, an indescribable mix
of exotic spice and erotic musk. Jim captured the head between his
lips and ringed the ridges with his tongue.  

Spock pushed deep into him and Jim lapped and sucked the organ as it
was repeatedly pushed inside and then withdrawn from his mouth. Jim
moved his hand to the tight sack and felt the orbs as they churned
inside the thick walls of the scrotum. The sack grew thicker and
pulled tight to the body in preparation for release. Pulling the cock
deep inside his mouth and relaxing the muscles in his throat, he
massaged the head and ridges, coxing the organ to expel its luscious
load inside of him. He felt the hot hands as they gripped his head and
felt the final push inside of him. The organ began convulsing and the
thick fluid filled his mouth and spurted down his throat.  

The body beneath him went stiff and the hands gripped his head as a
sound of pure animalistic passion was released from Spock's throat. He
would relax slightly, then push back into Jim's mouth as wave after
wave of the powerful orgasm overtook him.  

In one last thrust, the last of the fluid was expelled and the
convulsions stopped. Jim pulled his mouth from the organ, sucking the
last of the ejaculate from the tip. He felt Spock jump slightly as his
lips released the organ. Jim sat up slowly; his eyes could not meet
those of his first officer. He was unsure what he would see in that
face that he had come to know so well. He wasn't sure he wanted to
know. A hand came to his chin and pulled his face up. There in the
depth of the dark eyes was a look that he had never thought he would
see from this man. The hand stroked down his face and across his chest
and abdomen, coming to rest at his groin. Only then did he realize
that he too, had an erection that was threatening to erupt through the
thin material of the regulation trousers. The feel of those hot
fingers stroking him through the fabric enflamed him. Spock sat up and
placed his other arm around Jim's shoulders and pulled him down on the
bed beside him. Spock made quick work of the t-shirt, pulling it over
Jim's head and tossing it to the floor. With a single movement, Spock
had the clasp of the trousers undone and the opening flared. Jim felt
his erection spill out of the pants and felt the first touch of that
hot hand as it encircled him. 

Jim had been sexually active since his youth, his early youth. Never
had James "Tomcat" Kirk let an opportunity pass him by. But the
feeling of this man holding and massaging his cock was beyond anything
that he had experienced before. It was as if he were being transported
to a different dimension. Jim stared into the dark eyes that never
left his face and he placed his arms around the warm neck and pulled
Spock to him. He felt the body come toward him as their eyes stayed
transfixed until the very moment that their lips touched. It was not a
tentative kiss. Hot, hungry mouths claimed the other. Lips sucked and
searched and tongues explored and tasted. Jim knew that Spock tasted
his own fluid still fresh on Jim's lips, and this fact alone seemed to
drive them deeper and deeper into the passions that were surrounding
them. Spock's hand left Jim's cock to push the confining trousers down
below Jim's knees, where Jim finished kicking them off. Spock covered
Jim's body with his own, gripping Jim's hips and pulling them together
tightly, his renewed arousal evident. Hot cocks dueled, simulating the
actions of their tongues. Straining and pushing against each other,
trying to find release. Jim felt his body on the verge of exploding
and it was the possible need for oxygen that kept him from erupting.
Mouths separated and precious oxygen was sucked into starved lungs in
great gasps.  

Spock reached between them and grasped both cocks and held them
together in his long, powerful, fingers. Jim pushed against the
hardness with such force that they both almost toppled off the side of
the bunk. He knew he was going to cum and he wrapped his arms around
the strong neck and steeled himself for the onslaught of the orgasm
that he knew was going to rack his body. He pushed against the tight
heat and held on. The waves seemed to start deep in the pit of his
abdomen and shoot out throughout his entire body. Had he not been
holding tight to the man above him, he was sure he would have come
apart. Jim heard his own moans as the orgasm began to explode between
them. With the arm that Spock still had around his shoulders, Jim felt
himself being held tight against the warm body. He willed himself to
relax and go with the waves that threatened to break him apart. He
buried his face in Spock's neck as he shook with each pulsating
release. Slowly, the intensity faded and he felt himself settle back
against the bed as he began to regain some sense of reality.  

Spock removed his hand and wrapped his other arm around Jim. For
several minutes they just laid there, collecting their thoughts and
relishing what had happened between them. Jim pulled his head back and
looked into the, now calm, face. "You okay?" He asked. 

"Yes, Jim. I believe that I have recovered," Spock spoke in the deep
tone of sated passion. "I am afraid the virus affected me much deeper
than I was aware of. I apologize for my actions." He was beginning to
pull way, and Jim felt momentary panic that this was all there would
be between them. 

"Spock," Jim tightened his grip on Spock's neck and stopped his
retreat. "What happened here, well, was that only because of the
virus? Could it have been anyone?" 

"No, it could only have been you." Spock pulled Jim back to him. "My
harbored desires for you were brought to the surface with the virus
and were unable to be stemmed with the antidote. It seemed as if a
madness had taken over. Only you could burn it from me."

"Spock, I am sure that you will see me through many of my own demons.
I intend for you to be beside me for a very long time. As long as you
wish to be. We will be there for each other's insanities, if you will
allow it." 

"That is a most pleasant proposal. I wish for it to be so. I can think
of nothing more agreeable."  

"I can only think of one thing more pleasant right now. Your bed is a
wreck." The cover that had been on the bunk was now a tangled, wet,
uncomfortable, mass beneath them. "I think a shower and a clean bunk
would serve us both right now." Jim smiled at the raised eyebrow. 

"Is this an activity that you wish to do alone or together?" The
surprisingly seductive tone was all it took for Jim to once again feel
the spark of lust rekindled within his gut. 

"Spock, from now on, there are very few activities that I plan on
doing alone. And, if that hardness I feel against me is what I think
it is, then I think it is time I introduced you to the wonderful
things that can take place in the confines of a ships' shower stall."
He had to laugh when the other eyebrow joined the one already raised.

"Fascinating," Spock purred into his ear.

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The End