The BLTS Archive - Sweetest Surrender by Drusilla Dax (drusilladax@free.fr) --- Rating and notes: R18. This is a celebration baby-bunny for finishing marking mid-term exams. There's light BDSM (mainly bondage, but not only) and mention of drug use, if it's not your cuppa, beam somewhere else. Oh... this is just porn with plot... and //Leonard loves Spock// is for telepathy. Disclaimer: I'm just playing with other people's toys, and nothing you recognize is mine. May I be forgiven in my next incarnation! Flamers will be adopted by my family (if you don't believe it's a threat... too bad for you!). Editor: Mikee. The remaining mistakes are all mine, and I apologize for those. --- Spock was in his room, meditating - or rather, he was trying to meditate. He was in the correct position. He was wearing the appropriate robes. The environment was correct for his biology - temperature and light were strictly Vulcan. He should have been able to attain that state of concentration where his brain could truly rest, but there was something in him that was preventing him from relaxing enough. The situation was highly illogical, and it annoyed Spock deeply. Of course, the more frustrated he felt, the less he could meditate properly. He was so focused on his attempt to meditate and rest that he never heard Dr. McCoy enter the room. He didn't even acknowledge the hiss that indicated that McCoy had injected him with something. --- Spock slowly woke up, and his internal clock informed him that he passed out for fifteen minutes. In that short amount of time, he'd been stripped of his robes, and carried to his bed, which was always something that amazed him because Leonard McCoy was somewhat skinny, and not that muscled - the logical explanation was that the physician had been given a few tricks in Med School on how to move patients. Vulcans need to meditate more than they need to sleep, and Spock knew that his being in bed wasn't meant for sleep. McCoy could read him like an open book, and the fact that his meditation sessions were unsatisfactory had not escaped the human doctor. Now that whatever drug that had knocked him out no longer was effective, Spock could feel the effect of the aphrodisiac McCoy had illegally bought from a Deltan. With just one drop, the elixir made him hornier than a male human teenager hitting puberty, and Spock would have bet his favorite harp that McCoy had given him two drops, and that meant that McCoy thought Spock badly needed to surrender. Spock understood exactly how bad it was when he acknowledged his exact position. He wore a special blindfold that had him in complete darkness, plugs had been inserted in his ears to prevent even his fine Vulcan hearing from allowing any sound to reach him, and last, but not least, his wrists were cuffed to the head of his bed. His hands were tied together and wrapped in a metallic thread of some sort, and the cord was attached to the bed - that was something new. Naked, blind, and deaf was something he'd already experienced under his bonded mate, but having his hands tied above his head told him how bad his Master needed him to be fully passive this time. Spock felt one cold - by Vulcan standards - hand over his heart, and he whimpered with need. He needed more. More anything. More something. He needed his mate. He felt the cold fingertips on the Bonding points on his face. //I'm going to give you what you need. Do you trust me?// //Yes// Spock answered without hesitation. He couldn't help but ask, //Why the ties?// //Who said you were allowed to ask questions?// //I'm sorry// Spock apologized sincerely. When his mate had to resort to such practices, it was when Spock was a micron away from a major collapse - and it was a bad idea to question his mate's decisions. There was a cat-o'-nine-tails that had taught him that quite thoroughly. //Open your mouth// came the order. Spock obeyed and was gagged with an Orion ball, a device that would prevent him from tasting the air around him with the nerves in his tongue, and that would ooze a foul-tasting liquid if he were not completely silent. One finger on the tip of his nose was all the warning he got before filters were inserted in his nose; they allowed him to breathe normally, but no scent would reach him. He could feel through his skin, and he was still in telepathic contact with his mate, but otherwise his senses were on hold. He had no choice but to feel and surrender to whatever his mate wanted to do. From Spock's nose, McCoy trailed one finger down his mate's body. McCoy ignored the hyper-sensitive nipples and navel, and he placed his index fingertip on Spock's pulsing arousal. //Spread your legs, and plant the sole of your feet on the bed. I want to play with my toy// The fingertip left his skin leaving him almost alone in his head. Their bond was always humming love between them, but when McCoy wasn't in direct contact with Spock's skin, or when he wasn't expressly talking to him, Spock felt alone and abandoned. Spock obeyed the Master of his heart, and spread his legs as wide as he could - he had to admit that it felt good to leave all the decisions to someone else, and being so completely cut off made everything more intense, which was what he needed. Thanks to the air movement, Spock could tell that his lover ghosted a caress over his dick before leaving his side. Next, Spock felt a flame near the bed, and then smoke reached his skin in thick waves; that told him that his lover was burning some of the incense from Ethiopia that Nyota had given them for Christmas. The smell was so rich that Spock thought he would swoon when McCoy allowed him to breathe in the heavy scent. Spock felt the air move again, and he imagined that his mate was undressing. Spock knew his lover's body by heart, but he was always amazed that such a skinny human could hold such a huge heart - and it was his to love and cherish. Spock started chuckling, but the Orion ball reminded him painfully that he was not allowed to enjoy the situation until his Master said so. He felt McCoy's approval through the bond, but since he didn't know if he was allowed to think anything, he kept quiet. The bed dipped. McCoy was on the bed, between his legs, and Spock was there for McCoy to use the way he pleased. McCoy took Spock's erection in his left hand. Spock shivered because he was burning, and McCoy's hand was not as warm as he was. //I have a needle, and I'm going to give you one more drop of the Deltan drug// McCoy announced. That piece of news made Spock gurgle because he would be in lust like he'd never been since his last Pon farr. The Orion ball punished him instantly. He felt the needle pierce the soft skin on the head of his sex, and he whimpered. The taste of the liquid in his mouth was worse than a Klingon blood wine that had expired a century ago, so even though it was pure hell, he tried to remain silent. The additional drug in his blood was making him think that his arousal pulsed even faster than his heart was beating. McCoy's tongue licking all the veins of his aroused sex made him shiver from head to toe, but there was not much he could do in his position. Spock started surrendering to his Master. //Good. That deserves a reward// McCoy thought. Spock identified the Romulan lubricant his lover had bought for them when he felt the warm liquid on his shaft. He thought his mate would wank him, but the next moment, McCoy was positioning himself above Spock, and he sat down on his lover's shaft. //Yes!// McCoy hissed when Spock's sex was fully seated in him. McCoy placed his thumbs on Spock's nipples, and he rode his mate excruciatingly slowly. Spock tried to free his hands to touch his mate, but he failed, and only managed to bruise his wrists slightly. //None of that. You're mine// thought McCoy. Spock knew he was allowed to answer that. //Yours// McCoy increased his rhythm, and modified his angle so that Spock's dick would brush against his prostate with each move. Spock wished he could see his mate riding him wildly, but he was there only for McCoy's pleasure - what he wanted was not to be voiced. He belonged to McCoy - he was his slave, his thing. McCoy babbled in his thoughts, and Spock knew his mate was close. Suddenly and brutally, McCoy came all over Spock's stomach. Had it been in their normal lovemaking, Spock would have come right after his lover, but McCoy had not said it was okay to do so, and Spock moaned loudly so that the ball in his mouth would distract him and prevent him from coming. McCoy deliberately used Spock's shaft to brush his prostate one last time, and he took his position between Spock's legs again. //Edible// McCoy praised his lover. Spock was ready for more, and his Master knew it. McCoy scooped his own seed from his lover's belly, and he used it to prepare Spock to be taken. The drug he'd given Spock echoed through their bond, and McCoy was hard again long before he'd managed to insert three fingers into Spock's opening. McCoy knelt and positioned his arousal just at his lover's opening. He placed Spock's knees on his own arms to control Spock's legs, and in one swift and powerful thrust he dove inside his lover. Spock's arms hurt a bit, but he kept surrendering steadily as McCoy pounded in and out of him as if he weren't his companion, but a mere whore. Spock surrendered, and let McCoy wander into his thoughts, baring his soul, and handing all control over to McCoy. Spock felt his lover grin through their bond. Spock had surrendered, and that deserved a reward. McCoy freed one of his arms, and he encouraged Spock to wrap his freed leg around his waist. The angle was painful, but Spock did as he was ordered. The gag was the first to go. Spock tasted the smell of sex, and incense, but it was brief because soon enough McCoy's demanding tongue charted his mouth. Next Spock could smell. The perfume that made this room unique was mixed with the special scent of their shared arousals. Then, McCoy took the ear-plugs off, and Spock could hear his mate panting. //I want to hear you mewl under me// McCoy said. McCoy didn't speak yet - he used their unique bond to communicate with his mate. Spock did just that. He whimpered and moaned, hoping that his lover understood that form of primal language, since it was still forbidden to talk. //Keep your eyes closed, I'll take the blindfold off// Spock obeyed. McCoy resumed his initial position, which consequently reduced the pressure on Spock's wrists. //Look at you, my slut. You're mine for all eternity// McCoy said. Spock would do anything to keep his husband by his side. They'd agreed to link their souls, and their last wills and testaments clearly stated that no one was allowed to try and rescue the one who might survive the death of the other. No one would ever separate them. //Yes// answered Spock. //Open you eyes// Spock was almost blinded by the deep blue of his mate's eyes. McCoy was looking at him with an intensity that Spock had only seen directed at him, and usually when he was under his mate. The sight of his skinny human pounding him into their mattress so powerfully made him surrender even more, and the near overload of his senses made him whimper loudly. //You needed to let go// //Yes// Spock admitted. Since he bonded with McCoy, his human half sometimes prevented him from reaching a full Vulcan state of meditation. When that happened, his mate tamed, exhausted and thoroughly fucked the human half, so that the Vulcan part could rest afterwards. McCoy knew that he'd silenced the human part in his husband for the next few weeks at the very least. //You may come when you want now// McCoy declared. Spock smiled widely, and tried to prolong their session a bit. McCoy grinned, and increased his rhythm to make his beloved mate surrender... to orgasm this time. He wanked Spock at the same time with the hand he'd freed again, and he kissed his lover. Spock's Vulcan control was back, but there was one thing that never failed to make him surrender fully. "I love you," McCoy panted. Spock arched off the bed, and his seed splashed on his belly. His inner muscles contracted, and McCoy filled him with more seed. McCoy collapsed on his lover, his cock sliding out of Spock's opening. McCoy finally freed Spock's hands while he was still on Spock's torso. Spock wrapped his arms around his mate. "I love you, Master of my heart," Spock said before falling asleep. McCoy settled comfortably on his mate, who loved to feel his husband so close to him. He searched their bond for signs of exhaustion, but they were all gone thanks to their game. McCoy was honored that Spock had welcomed him into his life, heart and soul. He was proud that Spock trusted him enough to let him give him what he needed to deal with his human side, which surfaced more since they bonded. McCoy just knew how to make his husband surrender in private - if not in public - and they had the sweetest surrenders. //Logical// Spock mumbled in his sleep. McCoy kissed his husband's lips and followed him into the land of dream - another advantage their bonding had: Spock now dreamt with his husband. That night, Spock steered McCoy's dream towards the images Spock hadn't seen while he was blindfolded. They would wake up aroused again, but it would be worth it. --- The End