The BLTS Archive - You Are... by Dale (valioffire@yahoo.com) --- "You are a Vulcan." "You are obviously of Terran heritage." "You are a scientist." "You are a doctor of medicine," the Vulcan said with a slight hesitation. "You are being sarcastic," accused the other. "Does that mean you are not a doctor, after all?" "Of course I'm a doctor. Now stick to the rules, dammit!" "Cursing is not in the rules." "How do you know? You've never played this game before." "You explained the rules. No cursing was listed in them." "Are you going to play or not?" The player's exasperation was apparent when the last word sounded like a growl. "I have stated before that Vulcans do not play. We experience situations." "Then experience the game in the spirit of cooperation." "Why?" A hint of a lilt was in the question. "So you can learn more about me. That's the point of this game." "A game invented just for you? That's interesting, as well as egotistical. It makes me concerned for your mental well-being." The sarcasm in his tone suggested otherwise. "No, you pointed-eared jack rabbit. It's meant to learn about others." "What others? You and I are the only ones playing." Playing was said with a defiant distaste. "Will you stop changing the subject?" "Why did you refer to me as a jack-rabbit?" "What the... ? How do I know? I was agitated." "Interesting. In your subconscious, you think of me as a jack-rabbit." A loud sigh filled the room. "I do not!" he said emphatically. "Let's get back to the game." Hesitating a moment he asked, "Whose turn is it, anyway?" "I said, 'You explained the rules.' That counts as a turn." Leonard McCoy rolled his eyes. "Fine. You are a Starfleet officer." "You are a decent poker player." The sarcasm was undeniable. "Decent? I won those Vulcan sandals from you two nights ago." "That is a declaration of illusion, not a statement. You are straying from the rules." "Are you denying I won them?" McCoy was incredulous. "I wanted you to have the slippers." "You are becoming more irritating each day!" A frustrating grimace spread across McCoy's face. "You are an over-emotional Human!" Spock's voice rose slightly. "You aren't a jack-rabbit. You're a jackass!" The doctor thundered. "Do I have to separate you two, again?" a weary voice asked. "You are supposed to be resting," Spock told Kirk. "Is that a joke?" It was apparent the strained sarcasm had worn off on Jim. "How is the book on the Andorian mob taking over a Las Vegas casino coming along?" Bones asked, while tossing a glare at Spock. "It was interesting. I got to the section where Cecil has maneuvered the main mob boss into a restroom stall." "Why a restroom stall?" McCoy asked. "That is obvious, Leonard. It is the only place where a security camera could not witness their actions." "Now, how the hell would you know that? Have you been visiting bathroom stalls behind our backs?" Jim interfered with the twisting conversation by using a cold, but firm tone that warned them of his impatience. "As I was saying, Cecil pushes the mob boss against the cold metal wall and pulls out his... " "Wait! Don't tell me. I haven't read it yet, and it sounds good." "Does it matter to you that I was intrigued by the Captain's narration?" Spock inquired, with a retaliatory small glare at McCoy. "Why? Once you're finished cheating on us in that public bathroom stall you seem to know all about, are you planning on taking over a casino?" Spock studied McCoy as if he were a bug smashed under a telescope lens. Jim groaned. "You have an irritatingly vivid imagination at times, Doctor," Spock announced. "You just admitted to an emotion." "You are mistaken. It was not an emotion, it was a fact." "You are hiding behind logic nonsense because you know my emotions will help me win the argument." "You are... " "STOP!" Jim's roar bounced around the room. "What the hell are you two talking about?" "We are experiencing a game Leonard invented. It is intended to explore his ego." "Why you... " Concerned over the rising purple color in Jim's face, McCoy didn't continue. "It's titled, 'You are... ' A player wins a point listing a fact about your opponent. If you wait more then 60 seconds, you lose a point." "Why?" Jim mumbled, not sure he wanted an answer. "That was my question as well," Spock's voice allowed a small smugness. "Almost every game has points for the players, Jim." McCoy said ignoring Spock. "No," Jim interrupted, his thumb and forefinger pushed against the bridge of his nose. With a deep breath he continued, "What is the purpose of this game, other then to drive me insane?" "To get to know your opponent better," Bones said proudly. "You get the easy stuff out of the way first, and then in searching for answers, you start to gain insights to the other player or players. It can help you discover what you really think of the other being." "The good doctor thinks of me as a jack-rabbit." With one raised brow Spock looked at Jim as if reporting a scientific discovery. "Yes, I heard. That's what interrupted my book. It was just as Cecil pulled hi... " "I asked you not to give it away," Bones warned chillingly. "I want to know," Spock mildly protested. "Did he kill him or... did he... " "Fuck him? Come on, Spock. Say it!" McCoy cajoled him. "Why would you want to hear me say a curse-word ?" "Because it's exciting to think that for one split-second, you would show uncensored passion." "I did not hear you complaining over my lack of passion eighteen days go when we all met here to share each other's company." "Not that kind of passion. I meant a gut-wrenching feeling, verbally ... " The conversation was suddenly interrupted by a loud continuous banging sound. Spock and McCoy stared at the sight of their captain methodically bouncing his head against a nearby bulkhead. "Jim, what the hell are you doing?" They both moved instantly to tug him away from the wall. "Let go!" He demanded in a loud command voice. They cautiously complied, waiting to see if he was going to continue with the self-destruction. Slowly Jim faced them, leaning his rear against the metal. The back of his head hit the wall with a noticeable thud. Bones went for his emergency medical bag he had under Jim's sink. Spock held his friend's arm, trying to pull him from the wall. "Don't do it, Mister!" Jim ordered. The captain's eyes showed he wasn't going to allow anyone to even consider disobeying him. McCoy returned, watching his beloved friend with deep concern. Spock had stiffened, tossing the doctor a questioning look. Bones lifted his scanner towards Jim's head but his hand was pushed away. "Don't!" The doctor tucked it beside him, pointing it at Jim. A finger pushed the tab to give it maximum range. Taking a step back to avoid Jim's reach he quickly glanced at the readings. "Blood pressure is up, and ... " "That is obvious, Leonard. What about his head?" "At the moment, his head is pissed off!" Jim interrupted. Raising a finger he pointed outside the ship, "We fight Klingons, Romulans, Orions, diplomats, singing hippies, Squires, a worship seeking Apollo... " McCoy glanced at Spock and mouthed, 'Squires?' Spock shook his head as if to say it wasn't important. Jim's voice moved deeper, demanding their attention. "We've reasoned with a Gorn, gangsters, and a man-eating acid rock. Then there was that metal-cased idiot who thought he was my son, and destroyed everyone in sight whom he considered an inferior life form." Bones again looked questioningly at Spock who mouthed the word 'Nomad.' The doctor rolled his eyes, whispering, "Oh." "I'm not finished!" An unmistakably hysterical edge was in the exhausted captain's voice. "We have faced Landru, Thasians, desk jockey admirals, T'pau and Sarek of Vulcan. Oh, yeah, Tholians, Melkotians, Vians," Jim was counting off on his fingers as he continued. Spock's eyebrow had buried beneath his hairline after his family was listed among the troublemakers. Jim tossed him a 'dare to deny it' look, but Spock tilted his head slightly in mused thought, and nodded in agreement. "And at great personal sacrifice to us, we've confronted an amoeba, a salt vampire, and a time machine with a wicked sense of humor. I've been kidnapped, threatened with mutilation, beaten, and stabbed. I even had a ditsy dame switch my damn body with hers! Oh, yeah, let's not forget the huge ugly beast that bit me, turning my veins into what felt like an acidic lava flow!" By now Jim Kirk was pacing, his arms narrating along with him, swinging wildly to tell the tale. "This! This here! This room is my sanctuary... our sanctuary." He stopped to twirl one lone forefinger in the air, encompassing the three of them. "I just want some peace!" The last sentence was a plea. "Did we do something wrong?" Bones asked, perplexed. The naive tone brought another groan from Jim. "Perhaps you need to return to your book, Jim. It sounds as if you are in need of more relaxation," Spock's innocent offer was enhanced by a cherubic expression. The captain glared fireballs at both of them. His two companions were silenced immediately, and gave the impression of standing at attention. Considering Spock always looked at attention, and McCoy didn't know how to, they came close to looking like they were giving the moment its due. When the captain continued, his voice was adamant but softer, "We've had private time together only three times in the last as many months. "To be more precise, the three of us, together, have shared intimate moments four times in the past two Earth calendar months, plus two weeks and four days." Spock corrected him with unmistakable Vulcan pride. "I'm insulted you forgot one." Bones thought for a moment then snapped his fingers in excitement, "I'll bet it was that incident three weeks ago when the dignitary from Imtekia was aboard." Spock nodded, "You could be right, Leonard. On that occasion we were trying to squeeze in what you are fond of calling a 'quickie,' in the turbolift, while the gentlebeing you mentioned waited impatiently in the conference room." "Exactly! Jim was just about to complete when Uhura called over the turbolift comm that the guy was threatening war in the briefing room. "Indeed. If not for Vulcan control, my body would have protested Jim's potentially painful, fast withdrawal. And perhaps endangered your jaw with the movement." McCoy grinned, releasing a soft sigh. "I recall I had been rather spoiled a few moments earlier by both of you giving me full attention." "I was quite content myself, having enjoyed your mouth's expert final soothing, despite the ambassador's interference." "Are you two finished tripping down memory lane?" Jim asked tightly. "I was trying to make a point." "Oh, we understood your point, Jim. You're frustrated. Since we owe you one for the turbolift... " Bones reached for his captain's upper arms and gently pushed him firmly against the metal surface, ignoring another glare. His nimble fingers quickly released Jim's black uniform trousers, rubbing the bulge nestled inside equally dark briefs. "That's not what I was... " Vulcan heat quickly silenced the protest when Spock's lips met his then took a small nip as he pulled away. "Ow." Jim protested, but the pain was caressed away with an anxious tongue wanting to explore. Multi-tasking, Spock rose to slide the gold shirt off, returning to his oral administrations with enthusiasm. Pulling down his own slacks, Bones sat on a nearby couch to take them and his footwear off, tossing them on Jim's shirt. He knelt to remove Jim's boots and socks, quickly tugging the last of the captain's outfit off. "Why are you dressed in your uniform? I thought we were supposed to be relaxing?" "I thought one of us ... should be prepared... oh, Spock," he mumbled, reacting to the Vulcan's sensual kisses. "In ... in case ... emergen..." Swiftly becoming incoherent due to the pleasures caused by Spock's mouth traveling between his ear and Adam's apple, Jim surrendered. "That's why you have a crew on the bridge," McCoy whispered in his left ear, adding to Spock's caresses. Another nip on Jim's neck was soon being sucked, causing thoughts of life to float away with the dizzy sensations. Spock slid away from Jim to lift his own robe over his head. He returned to savoring Jim's mouth while their captive lover pushed the Vulcan's briefs down. McCoy pulled them off and added them to the pile. Jim abandoned thoughts of staying coherent. Hands groped him everywhere and he groped back. Bones yelped, so he released what he thought was Spock's wrist. "Damn, Bones... thick." "Is that a complaint?" Bones mumbled, as he positioned himself to match his groin with Jim's. "Hell, no!" the captain's voice was deep in his throat. "Then turn to the wall. Put your hands up and flat." "You... sound... like Cecil." McCoy slapped his buttocks, "I said, don't tell me." "Ow." Jim's protest didn't sound sincere. "You are ordered to remain silent, James," Spock said firmly in his ear while grazing it with his tongue. The captain smiled, comfortable knowing he was at the mercy of both his lovers. Bones pulled away to retrieve lubricant while Spock teased Jim's opening. Returning with a glob in his hand, McCoy gave the tube to Spock, adding a kiss that almost cost him his tongue. His moan of protest wasn't sincere, either. Spock slicked two fingers through the gel in Leonard's hand and used it to caress McCoy's shaft. Fingers from his other hand still pleased their captive. Jim's hoarse moan alerted them he was ready. "Should we make him beg?" McCoy asked, his own throat gravelly with passion. "We'll make him wait." Spock led the doctor's hand with the rest of the gel to his thickening cock. McCoy's strong right hand worked on the Vulcan's shaft, and soon Spock's body glistened with anticipation. His green-hued tone seemed to be more noticeable when aroused. Bones smiled at the sight; Spock's eyes had closed, his head slightly tilted back. His right hand still caressed and teased Jim's opening while his left softly pumped the doctor's shaft. McCoy squeezed harder then, wiping his hand on Spock's damp chest, he moved it to encase their captive's cock. A growling, "Yes," from Jim punctuated the titillating thrill of the circle. Spock opened his eyes and leaned to Jim's neck, taking another nip. "You were not given permission to speak." Jim moaned, but didn't protest. "Now," turning his eyes to McCoy, Spock spoke the demand. Jim's legs spread wider at the command, his breathing deepened. Bones released Spock's shaft and leaned against Jim. Slowly, he buried himself inside the waiting chamber. Their captive's back muscles tightened, but relaxed when Spock's hand massaged his neck and shoulder. Bones slid further in and started the slow erotic dance. As he moved with a steady rhythm, he welcomed Spock's fingers to his own chamber. "Ghod ,yes, Bones. So... full." Jim's words gained him another swat. McCoy leaned to his ear, "You keep disobeying and your butt cheeks will match the red bump on your forehead," he kissed Jim's cheek, nuzzling into his neck. McCoy's breath inhaled sharply when Spock lifted his thighs to Jim's sides. The movement buried him fully into their captive and both men groaned in the same note. Spock entered McCoy cautiously. The erotic display he was merging into had his passion on overload. He felt the flames burning in his groin and yearned to ram his way to completion. His love for the two men he treasured helped him seek out the calmness needed to prolong their pleasure. "It's okay, Spock. I want you. Deeper!" McCoy's last guttural word fed Spock, and soon the Vulcan was pumping with vigorous need. He moved McCoy's hips to match his own, and the three rocked in the chaotic throes of sexual conquest. McCoy felt the first wetness from Jim's cock dampen his fist. "Don't release until you're told," he warned in the ear he had been teasing with his tongue. "Hmm... Ce... cil. More.." Bones was intending to give him another slap, but Spock chose that second to plunge deeper and faster. Now it was McCoy who bordered on losing his ability to stay coherent. "Spock... oh... " Spock buried his nose into the edges of his lover's hair, breathing the human scent deeply. McCoy matched the gesture with Jim. He barely realized he no longer pumped into Jim so much as Spock was pumping into both of them. McCoy was caught in the middle --and the sensations were glorious! Jim's arms trembled along with the rest of his body's frame, "Please.. too good. Can't... wait." This time he felt McCoy's slap, the soft sting distracted him. "Thanks... Cecil... " McCoy chuckled in a haze of bliss that caused his muscles to tighten with spasms. His anus crimped against the cock swiftly pounding in his body. Spock growled in response, triggering the beginning of a climax. McCoy felt the Vulcan's hot breath vibrate with a continued rasping hiss on his neck. Jim's arms ached from the weight being pushed against him but he didn't care. The sounds of Spock's growl and Bones moaning in his ear brought him over the edge. He felt McCoy's fist tighten, pumping him to the final heat of sexual joy. The cock inside him ground in the same momentum of completion, with McCoy calling both their names as his passion subsided inside Jim's chamber. In the haze of aftermath, Jim's body leaned, exhausted, against the bulkhead. For the first time he noticed the cold and welcomed it. "Slide down, Jim." A few moments later, McCoy pulled on his friend's hips to guide him to the floor where he had landed with Spock. The Vulcan pulled Jim into his arms and kissed his forehead. "Do you feel better?" Spock's voice always took on a deeper throaty sound for awhile after a climax. Jim found it sexy, and sighed in contentment. "Yes." He kissed his mate's cheek, then rested against his shoulder. "Sorry I lost it, earlier. It's just... " Spock laid two fingers against Jim's lips. "You do not owe us an explanation. I felt your words were appropriate. When the three of us are together, that companionship is indeed, our sanctuary." "It's a compliment you feel that way about us, Jim." Bones nuzzled closer on the other side of Spock. Laying his head on the Vulcan's shoulder his lips met Jim's with a loving kiss. When he pulled away his blue eyes sparkled, "Are we forgiven?" Jim chuckled softly, "Yes, Cecil, you're forgiven." The Vulcan's warm lips again kissed the red spot on Jim's forehead. "Now would be the time to use your medical scanner, Doctor. "I did when I checked his blood pressure. He'll have a headache later, but it will serve him right. Bones softened his words with a caress on Jim's cheek. "You needed to say those things for a long time, didn't you?" Jim was quiet for a few moments. "It gets to me. Not just one incident, but when I think of all that has happened the last four years. I shudder at the enormity, but as Captain, I'm supposed to control it. Luckily, I have the two of you." Jim tugged his arms tighter around Spock, melting when the hug was quietly returned. Bones laughed, "I think you're stuck with us." Leaning back, he pulled a throw blanket from the couch. Soon the three were bundled tight in each others arms, curled on the thick carpet. "We could go to the bed, ya know." "Nah, this is too comfortable." Jim pulled Bones arm toward him, and wrapped their hands together on the Vulcan's chest. Spock covered them with his. "Let's stay like this just for a few moments," Jim said with a yawn. "You really are a jack-rabbit, Spock." McCoy mumbled. "Small and furry?" "More like fast and determined." Spock felt the doctor's grin against his skin. With a chuckle, Jim suddenly rose to his feet. "Where are you going? I thought you wanted to stay huddled a moment." "I'm just going to the head, Bones. Then I'll grab us some pillows and blankets. We're too exhausted to get out the air mattress, and my bed's too small." "Should we help him?" "No, I believe he wants to 'mother' us a while." McCoy hugged closer to Spock. "You can surprise me sometimes with your insights." "You are very perceptive." "You are the one with an egotistical personality." "You are the one who invented a game to get attention," Spock admonished his friend. "I did not!" Exasperated, McCoy sighed and changed the subject. "You are a sexy Vulcan," he said, hoping to get the game on the course he originally intended. "You are a human with wise interpretations of others." "You are conceited." A slight annoyed edge was growing in McCoy's tone. "You are repeating yourself. Conceited and egotistical can be interpreted as the same thing. Is that in the rules? Or will you change the rules to allow that, as well as cursing?" "You are being irritating, again." McCoy announced this as if it was a surprise to him. "You are saying that because I pointed out your habit to break the rules." McCoy sat up and glared at his companion. "You are deliberately trying to piss me off." "You are ... " A soft thud hit the wall, quickly followed by another. --- The End