The BLTS Archive - Michael's Trespass
by Dale (valioffire@yahoo.com)

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This story contains mature content that should only be read
by adults. This may include explicit violence, explicit sex,
language, or adult situations. By proceeding, you certify
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origin.

Dedication: For Farfalla, and Lyra, whose Donfield/Vladeck
stories inspired me. Thank-you both. I used insight's from
Farfalla's story: Limousine  Closet.

Beta: Farfalla, Thank-you. What errors you discover are
mine.

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On an away mission to survey for colony locations, several
teams from the Enterprise had been scattered throughout the
planet Jiona. The Enterprise circled the globe while beaming
crew members and supplies to and from their destinations.
Three of the ship's officers stood on a mountain side over
looking what would one day be a thriving city. Captain James
Kirk, his First Officer, Spock, and Chief Medical officer
Leonard McCoy were the last in their area to be picked up.
Knowing the ship was a few hours away, they had hiked up a
small mountain ridge to look around, when disaster struck. A
ledge Kirk was standing on gave way and he plummeted nearly
six feet onto a bigger ledge beneath them. It was the angle
of his fall that caused the damage, landing almost directly
on his head. Luckily a backpack in his hands had cushioned
most of the impact, preventing a neck injury. Forty-two
minutes later he regained consciousness.

"Easy, Jim," McCoy said, pushing the captain firmly down as
he started to rise.

Jim laid back but cringed at the movement, his head swirling
uncontrollably. He tried to anchor it down, but a pounding
throb roared distractedly in his ears.

McCoy pressed an injection into his captain's neck. "That
will help  you get your bearings a little, and help with
that headache I'm sure your sporting. You took a nasty hit."
The doctor's fingers carefully swapped at the wound with
items from his medical kit. "Let me change that dressing.
The bleeding's slowed down, but you have a lump the size of
an avocado pit."

The injured man watched the men beside him through a haze,
becoming agitated by the two apparent strangers. He flinched
at McCoy's administrations and tried to move away.

Seeing Jim's distress, Spock placed a comforting hand on his
shoulder. "It's all right, Captain.'

"Vladeck?" Jim mumbled. His eyes wouldn't focus, but hearing
the ambassador's voice coming from the man beside him eased
a nagging fear that was taking control. But the man holding
his shoulder sounded off --something was different.

"Where's that damn transporter?" McCoy asked Spock.

"They are still out of range, Doctor --there's interference
from the minerals in the mountain. I sent a signal but they
have to be closer to pick it up. All we can do is wait for
them to respond."

The captain turned to Spock with a jarring snap that he
instantly regretted. He groaned aloud as the pain filtering
around his head slowly showed only a little improvement.
"Anton?" he asked weakly. "What happened? How did I get
hurt?"

"Anton?" asked McCoy, perplexed. He turned Jim's head back
from watching Spock and tried to meet his eyes. But the
captain struggled to see Spock. "Jim, look at me.. I need to
see you try to focus." His stomach clinched at seeing the
wild look in his friend's glazed eyes.

"He seems disoriented, Doctor," Spock was surprised when the
captain grabbed his hand and squeezed as if in possession of
something he cherished.

"Anton, please explain this to me." Kirk watched the man in
blue, but he still couldn't get a clear picture. "I feel
like a television set that went on the fritz. I'm suppose to
be home by 9:00. I promised Anne."

McCoy and Spock stared at each other. "He has a concussion,
but I can't see what would be causing this. We need to get
him to sickbay and run tests." He finished putting a fresh
bandage on Jim's injured temple, cringing at the ugly bruise
that was starting to encircle the lump.

Spock started to dislodge the shaky hand in his grip as the
captain protested, "Don't leave me. I don't want to be
alone."

"Jim, were not going to leave you. Settle down and let me
finish looking you over." McCoy had checked Jim out when he
was unconscious, but the captain's behavior caused him to
fear he might have missed something. He gently rubbed around
the scalp to see if there were any more injuries, but
couldn't find any. Gently he placed a wet rag on his
patient?s face and again wiped carefully at the dirt and
perspiration. There were a series of scrapes impacted in the
checks and on the bridge of his nose, caused from scraping
the sandy surface of the ledge. The skin was unusually pale
with a faint blush on the edges of his cheeks.

The cold cloth felt good against Jim's face, but his vision
still blurred. Blinking, trying to bring a coherency to his
eyes, the wounded man shifted his gaze to the man who's hand
he had recaptured. He clung to the fingers as if they were a
lifeline.

"Who is Anton?" Spock asked. He watched the young captain
swallowing hard as if forcing himself to remember how to
breathe. Jim's agitation was palpable.

"What is going on? You told me to call you that."
Nervousness caused his voice to sound raspy. "I... I
couldn't pronounce your first name." The unfocused blue
Anton didn't speak, so he continued. "When we were in the
limousine."

Not understanding what his captain and friend was talking
about, Spock shook his head. "Jim, we've not been in a
limousine that I can recall. At least not together." Spock
watched the confusion on Jim's face intensify as the captain
chewed his bottom lip. The first officer knew this was a
sign of his captain contemplating the events around him.
Usually troubling events.

"I don't understand why you're doing this. Are you upset
with me?" Then he leaned closer to Spock and whispered. "Is
it because he's here?" He pointed nonchalantly at McCoy.

Shaking his own head in wonder, McCoy turned to Spock.
"Let's get him under that tree over there and make him more
comfortable. I hope the Enterprise hurries."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Jim stated firmly while
glaring at the doctor. "I told you... I need to get home. I
can't play these games." The last sentence was for Anton's
benefit. He loved this man and was often intrigued by his
mysterious lifestyle, but he was an enigma. Desperately he
wanted the pieces of this puzzle to fit together. Why was
Vladeck acting so strange?

"Do you have any idea where we are?" Spock watched the
captain with concern. He hadn't released his hand, but the
shaking had subsided a little.

Shaking his head no, Jim concentrated on the face next to
him. It almost came into focus. If only he could see those
deep chestnut eyes he felt he would be safe. Those eyes
always gave him a secure balance. A place to belong, free to
be himself. "We were headed somewhere together... I think
-no, we were coming from a party of some sort. I needed to
get home to Anne... but I didn't want to. I wanted to stay
with you."

"Who's Anne, Jim?" the doctor asked.

"My wife," he replied, surprised the man had asked. The
ambassador always wanted people to know he was married. It
made things easier. That was what Anton had told him. "Why
are you calling me Jim?" He turned again to the man in blue,
squeezing his hand firmer. "And what happened to your
accent?"

"To the best of my knowledge Captain, I have never spoken
with an accent."

Jim's forehead burrowed with tension. His head felt like it
was going to explode and Vladeck wasn't helping with these
silly games. With that thought he started to rise, letting
go of Anton's hand with a snap. Both men grabbed to steady
him, but they were too late. Jim hit his head with a thud. A
sharp gasp filled the air when his throat voiced his body's
objection to his forehead once again hitting the ground.
Before he could catch his breath he was bathed in blackness.

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"That was a damn fool stunt." the doctor lectured Jim as his
eyes slowly opened.

He cringed at the bright light the man was shinning in his
eyes. It shot a stabbing pain with each lance. "Stop it! "
he hissed back, pushing the doctor's hand  away.

McCoy ignored his patient's crankiness. "You've been out for
almost an hour. I thought it would be safer to let you wake
up on your own."

"Where is Vladeck?" the younger man asked anxiously. "Did he
leave me here?"

The doctor sighed and repositioned himself on the ground,
settling closer to the captain. They had moved him under the
tree and propped him so he wouldn't fall over. "Can you tell
me your name?"

Jim started to answer but stopped with visible relief when
he spotted his friend coming to set on the other side of
him. He was still slightly out of focus,  but he had no
doubt who he was. He felt more familiar with that body than
his own.  Automatically he grabbed Anton's hand and cradled
it possessively in his lap.

McCoy noticed Spock didn't react this time, and in fact
seemed content with the personal contact. 'Do they realize
how natural they look together?,' he mused. His full
attention was instantly drawn back to Jim when he heard him
say; "I'm Michael Donfield, a friend of Ambassador
Vladeck's."

Realizing the doctor should have known that, Michael
suddenly looked at Spock. "I thought he worked for you...
your physician." As if just realizing he was holding
Vladeck's hand in front of the doctor he quickly let go and
flushed with embarrassment. "Oh Anton, I'm so sorry."
Michael dropped his chin against his chest.

Spock reached for the hand back and held it in both of his.
"It's all right, Michael. We have nothing to hide."

Doctor McCoy was pleased over Spock's quick grasp of the
situation. He wanted to ask more questions, but decided to
let Spock proceed.

"Then he does work for you? At the embassy?"

"Yes." Spock was intrigued by the elaborate layers of Jim's
fantasy. Where was all this coming from? He caressed Jim's
hand softly, not noticing his thumb kneading possessively in
his captain's palm.

"What happened to your accent?" he asked dreamily. "I miss
it."

"Tell me why you like it," Spock encouraged him.

A grin that would light up a church building spread over
Michael Donfield's face. "It's a harp string in my heart
with every clipped word. I sometimes get it mixed up," he
whispered shyly, "If it's Russian or Croatian, something
like that.  But you don't seem to mind."

Leonard McCoy smiled watching his two friends gaze at each
other. They were lost in each other's eyes, even if one
wasn't exactly focusing at the moment. Jim's eyes were still
slightly dilated and kept periodically blinking as though
trying to bring the world into focus. Or at least Spock's
face.

"Do you trust me, Michael?" Spock asked cautiously.

"You know I do."

Spock let out a soft sigh, and moved closer to Jim. Their
faces were only a few inches apart. "I'm going to place my
fingers on your face. You'll feel a bit dizzy for a moment,
but you'll soon be relaxed. Is this all right with you?"

Without asking 'Why,' Michael simply said "Yes." He was
already dizzy, but he wasn't sure if it was the injury or
the fact Anton was setting so close. God, how he loved this
man.

Spock placed his fingers in the right meld positions on the
undamaged side of his face and slowly searched the familiar
pathways which led to Jim's mind. They had melded before,
but Spock was instantly overcome by something different.
Deep passionate love. Love from Jim, yet not Jim -Michael.
Michael was filling the link with his pleasure of having
Anton within him. Spock tried to resist the tantalizing pull
to reciprocate. He knew Jim was in this mind and he had to
shield his friend from knowing the depth of his own feelings
- his love for his captain.

Michael's unobstructed honesty caused Spock to blush.
Visions of 'man love' filtered through the link. He saw
himself reaching for this man's private parts. Pushing hard
and feeling an equally hard resounding push back. They were
glued against a wall. Spock, no --Anton pressed Michael hard
against the surface, rubbing his groin unmercifully. Spock
watched the couple in wonder, Michael was Jim. And Anton was
Spock -only different, Anton was fully human, no green tone
to his skin and his ears were rounded on the edges. They
were both wearing suits, like the ones he and Jim  had worn
on the gangster planet, Sigma Iotia ll. Anton unzipped
Michael's pants, shoving them part way down and quickly
eased his long fingers inside a loose pair of cotton
underwear. He ensnared the hardened cock.

Michael's intake of breath excited Anton and Spock felt
Anton's own bulge rub Michael's hand that pressed tightly
against him. A few minutes later Anton's pants were also
lowered. Moans filled each other's mouths as they kissed
passionately while grinding briskly into each other's hands.
Warm semen oozed between their fingers as they both pumped
long after the spasms had sent their lust floating free.

Spock forced himself to move forward as his mind wanted to
become cradled in one passionate moment after another. He
felt his groin harden. Spock gently kissed Michael and said,
"Please, lead me to where Jim is."

"Who?" Michael struggled with momentary confusion.

"Jim Kirk." Spock allowed his perception of Jim to fill
Michael's pathways. "My Jim," Spock whispered.

"The F.B.I. man... Kirk," Michael explained. "It was an
identity  Anton gave me once." Michael's confusion was
starting to clear, concern for his friend blossomed in the
link. "Where is Anton?"

"In your heart," answered Spock. "As Jim is in mine."

"Yes, Anton is my other half." Michael stated firmly. "He
taught me that it is okay to love who you desire." Michael's
eyes focused on Spock, as he caressed the lips with his
fingers. "Jim is coming back now. He yearns for your love
and desire."

Spock's breathing sped up as he understood Michael's words.
Jim yearned for him. "Jim!" Spock called out feeling tingles
of Jim's thought waves. He knew Michael had left, but the
passion between him and Anton still caressed the link.
Spock's heart danced as his mind felt the self knowledge of
Jim.

"Spock!" whispered Jim. "My Spock." A tinkling of passion
past through  their joined thoughts. For a moment Spock
hesitated, but Jim sent reassurance. Instantly, heated
passion filled each other's hearts. Both were now complete.

Spock reached through the link to show Jim how he wanted to
cradle inside his body. Their lips caressed in need, their
minds rocking together with unburdened ecstasy as they
clung to fulfill a climax that marked the beginning of their
passionate journey together, as Jim and Spock.

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The End