NEW TOS In the Garden [G] 2/4 (S, Sa/Am)

Title: In the Garden
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)
Series: TOS
Codes: S, Sa/Am
Rating: [G]
Parts: 2/4
Summary:  Spock has visitors at his forever home
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Feedback: Will write for feedback
Beta:  Thanks to Sally for the beta. All mistakes are my own.
Author's Note: Part II of the Bridge Crew series.
Archiving: ASC, ASCEML THFFF, Spock/McCoyote’s Den, Artemys Aquiver and the like. All others please ask.

In the Garden

Spock awoke in a sleeping chamber styled after his quarters on the original Enterprise. The red velvet curtains made it feel warm and cozy. First things, first; he checked his limbs. Yes, he was still a black cat.  So he stretched, arching his back so that his hind legs nearly touches his ears. He made a huge yawn displaying an impressive set of white fangs.

After completing his morning ablutions, he jumped on the window seat to gaze out at the xeri-zen garden. It contained carefully raked sand patterns and wind chimes. A garden bridge spanning a dry stream bed. The plants were cacti of a dozen worlds.

Little birds and insects flitted among the blossoms and thorns. Tiny reptiles basked in the sun atop the boulders that served as islands in the sand seas.

Into this arid oasis strolled two cats, a solid, black Burmese male and a petite flame-point Siamese.  They strolled nonchalantly across the immaculate sand, leaving a double trail of paw prints. As one, they leapt up on a pink granite bench and sat side-by-side, looking outward at the perpetual rainbow. Their tails hung down just touching.

At his window, Spock’s ears perked up. //Mother, Father?// he thought.

//Yes, we are here.// the red-blonde Siamese looked over her shoulder. Amanda’s blue eyes seemed to fill Spock’s world.

//Come, Spockam// Sarek’s warm baritone purred. //Join us in the garden//

Spock streaked to the cat door. It swished open. He paused for a second to orient himself. The garden look different at ground level than it did from his window seat. There - he sensed his parents to the right and up the path. The cat-named-Spock trotted up the petrified wood stepping stones, careful to not mar the sand.

He stopped at the last stone; his heart full. It had been so long since they had all been together. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry. He wanted to roll over on his back and wiggle?! Oh, yeah - cat.

They turned facing him, and made room between them for their son. Sarek inclined his head. Spock lightly bounded up into the space.

Sarek touched Spock’s forehead with his own. “Greetings, my son.”

Amanda rubbed her buff-colored cheek against his black head. “How are you?”

“I am fine, Mother.” He met her eyes and he was overwhelmed with the love and peace he found there. “More than fine.” He sighed.

“Good, good” she crooned. She lay down on the bench and Spock knew this was an invitation to join her. He lay down beside her and she began to lick the back of his head.

“Mother! I am a Star Fleet captain and an ambassador…” He started to rise.

She draped a paw over his shoulder. “…and still my little Spockam. Why do you taste like catnip wine?”

Spock began an intricate story of Mr. Scott and his search of potent potables.  Sarek excused himself and went to explore the garden.

Sarek circled back. He crouched down, wriggling to gather himself and leapt up swatting Spock on his left flank.

“Tag, you’re it!” Sarek exclaimed.

“Father!” Spock was aghast. “That is not logical.” he admonished.

Sarek replied; “Logic is a little tweeting bird chirping in a meadow. I’m going to get that bird.” He zinged off at right angles.

Spock chased after him. “Stop, where is the logic in this?”

Sarek stopped so suddenly, that Spock ran into him. The former ambassador to Vulcan spun around and pinned his son. “We are cats. Where is the logic in that? Spockam, this is Ap-Lau (Heaven) and quite possibly Sha-Ka-ri (Domain of the Gods) as well.” Sarek sat up, suddenly serious. “Surak taught us that IDIC had no end and that it name was only a shadow of its true meaning. Here is indeed infinite diversity. We are cats, for now. And for now, you are it. Catch me, if you can.”  He bounded off a boulder, glancing over his shoulder, he saw that his son was in joyful hot pursuit.

As they ran under a mesquite tree, Amanda pounced them. The three of them wrestled and tussled; chasing up and down the garden over rocks and around the thorny plants. When at last they came to a panting halt; the three of them were grey with sand.

They climbed up on to the broad base of a square fountain. It was made of Vulcan red sandstone and stood at the south end of the garden where the flowers danced in the sweet breeze. The water chuckled down from the spout to the basin. They lapped from that cool water and it revived them. There they rested content in each other’s company.

Presently, Amanda sat up and said. “It’s time for your father and I to go home.”

“Go?” Spock was alarmed. “Will I ever see  you again.?

Sarek rubbed against him. “Yes, my son, you may come to visit.”

“How will I know the way?” He asked.

His mother answered; “When you are ready to walk on two legs, you will find this fountain again. Turn west and follow your heart.”

END OF PART II

More Needs

 Data ran through the evidence:  Ambassador Spock avoided daylight. Data had not seen the ambassador either eat or drink. He was stronger than the average Vulcaniod. His completion was pale, his skin was cool.

“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”  Data quoted.  “Computer, where is Captain Picard?”

“Captain Picard is in Sick Bay.”

Data entered Sick Bay declaring. “Captain, Ambassador Spock is a vampire.”

Picard held Beverly  in his arms. His face buried in her neck. She moaned passionately. Picard looked up, his long canines dripping with blood.  “You don’t say.”

The Gay Bomb

The landing party consisted of Captain Kirk, Lt. Commander Spock, Doctor McCoy, Commander Scott, Ensign Chekov and Lt. Riley. They beamed down to the deserted town center of a large city to investigate why the town and indeed the planet seemed devoid of intelligent life.
They fanned out as they crossed the square avoiding the rusted hulks of abandoned land vehicles. Riley and Chekov investigated the overgrown little park in the center of the square. Riley tripped on a loose stone and put his hand out on the obelisk at the center of the park to catch himself. Suddenly, a hum filled the air growing louder and louder. The party clasped their hands over their ears.

When it’s over Spock looked at his tricorder and remarked. “We are being scanned.”
“By whom?” Kirk asked.
“I am uncertain, Capt…” He didn’t get to finish his statement. A miniature missile came whistling in and exploded directly in front of them.
“Nay, nay! Ya missed me!” Riley joked.

Out of the bomb spewed a cloud of yellow gas. It rolled towards them.

McCoy looked down at his tricorder. “Jim, this is not good.” He reported with a shake of his head. They began to run, but the gas caught up with them. It enveloped them making them cough and rub their eyes. It stung and stuck to their skin and clothes.
“Over there,” Scotty pointed to a building with an open door on the north end of the square.


Again they ran, and some how in the process they paired off. Kirk was with Scotty. Spock stayed with McCoy and Chekov supported Riley who had a sprained ankle.

They made it inside, mere steps ahead of the insidious yellow cloud. Kirk slammed the door and spun on his heel at the same time. He protectively placed his hand on Scotty's shoulder and asked, “Is everyone all right?”


Scotty still coughing replied; “I got a real lungful of yon pea-souper.” He put his hands on his knees and took a couple of deep breaths to recover. Looking up through thick black bangs he rasped; “Are ye a'right, Jimmy?”


Nervously eyeing the roiling gas pressed up against the window, Jim nodded. “Mr. Spock, how soon until this cloud disperses?

“Considering current meteorological conditions, prevailing wind and barometric pressure - one hour and seventeen minutes. Accounting of course, the local terrain and this is the lee of the building.”

“Of course.” Jim said absent-mindedly as he rubbed Mr. Scott’s back.

McCoy held his tri-corder in front of him like a holy relic. Its multi-colored glow lighting his worried face. “Say, Spock, are these windows air tight?”

“I presume you can read your own tri-corder, Doctor.” Spock replied sardonically.

The doctor turned to face him. “I can read my MEDICAL tri-corder just fine, you over-educated elf, but it don’t tell me nothing about the air quality in this god-forsaken lobby!” Well, it was certainly a cleaner-forsaken lobby. Dust was thick on the stone floor and the sparse furniture. He rubbed his neck the exposed skin was beginning to itch. “I wonder if there’s running water around here somewhere? I need to get this residue off, pronto.” He glanced once more at his ‘corder. “We all do.”

Chekov broke off from his whispered conversation with Riley. “Ve’ll go and explore. Ve vill radio vhen ve find vater.”

Bones inquired; “Lt. Riley, are you up for that?”

Riley grinned; “Yeah, I’m ready to boldly go.”

“If that is alright with you, Keptin?” Ensign Chekov added hastily.

Jim and Scott were locked in an ardent embrace seated on the shallow steps leading up to the next level, oblivious to the others.

Spock raised his voice, “Captain, Doctor McCoy says gas from the missile is an irritant. It would be advisable to find a source of water to remove the chemicals.”

Jim spoke with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Good idea, someone should go find us a shower. We can scrub each other’s backs.” He looked at McCoy. “Bones, are our uniforms contaminated, too?”

“Yes, of course, Jim…” McCoy didn’t get any further because Kirk and Scott started stripping off their uniforms. Chekov started to pull his shift over his head. “Belay that, Ensign. You can’t go running around in your all-together and look for water.”

“Aye,” Mr. Scott piped up; “You’ll need to keep your boots and utility belt on.” He pulled off his tee-shift relieving his hairy and muscular chest.

Len sighed, “ I never thought I’d say this, but why can’t we just beam back to the ship?”

Scotty stopped nuzzling Jim’s neck long enough to say, “We canna risk contaminating the ship.” Kirk nodded.

McCoy opened this mouth to object. Spock stopped him. “It’s no use, Doctor. They are not thinking clearly. “

“ I’ll say. They have only one thing on their minds.”

“Yes, and it is illogical for heterosexual males to have that particular thing on their minds.”

“Riley and Chekov are affected, too?”


“Indeed.”

“We sent them off alone together!”

“They want to be alone together, Leonard.”

“Ah, oh, I see. I guess it’s up to you and me to find a way out of this.”

A boot whizzed by McCoy’s ear. “What’s wrong with you, two? Get with the program. Quit yer yakking and get to smacking.” Always the leader, Kirk planted a kiss on Scotty’s check with a resounding SMACK.

Spock drew himself up to his full height and with eminence dignity said, “I am Vulcan, Vulcans do not smack.” He cupped the side of Leonard’s face with his hand and leaning close whispered into the human’s round pink ear. “We must seem to acquiesce while we search for a solution.”

Leonard nodded and was suddenly lost in the heat of his lover’s skin against his. He looked into Spock’s eyes and saw the Vulcan felt it, too.

“It would seem that we are not immune to the effects of the gas, after all.” Spock slowly rasped going in for the kiss. They kissed gently at first, lips just barely touching. As need built, they crushed their lips together, their mouths opened, just enough for wet to touch wet.

When they broke for air, McCoy said, “We are less affected by the effect than they are.” He nodded towards the receptionist desk. “Let’s slip off back there. Iffin we take it slow we might be able to keep our wits instead of goin’ fuckin’ crazy.” Arm in arm, they made their way across the lobby.

Just before they reached the shelter of the large desk, Scotty called out; “Are ye shy, all the sudden?”

“Naw, jest a might intimidated. Put that thang away, Scotty. It’ll frighten the horses!” replied McCoy.

“I ain’t skeered.” Jim quipped stoking Monty’s full thick phallus. “What ya goin’ to do with those tricorders?”

“Record.” Spock stated matter-of-factly with a tilt of his head.

“Yes, of course. Carry on, gentlemen.”

“We intend to.”

Under the cover of the counter, the Science Officer and Medical Officer took samples and fed them to their apparatus. This became increasingly difficult. Taking skin samples for instance - every touch threatened to become a caress, every caress an embrace. A breath sample turned into licking and the saliva sample -- Doctor McCoy determined you cannot judge chemical absorption by taste. Through Vulcan iron will, the samples were fed into the tricorder and the test set to run.

Spock groaned, “Slor, I cannot endure the pressure.” He opened the fly of his uniform trousers and pulled down his briefs, releasing his rigid penis. An involuntary sigh escaped his lips as the cool air caressed his hot member.

“Sugar, when you’re right, you’re right.” Leonard followed suit. His penis sprung free like a randy cobra.

Velour hit the floor. They embraced. Mouths touching, hands touching, cocks touching.

“Spock, I can’t get buck naked down the amongst the dust of ages.”

“No,” Spock almost growled. “Neither can I. Perhaps we can reach a mutually satisfying solution.” His hand slid down and began to stroke Leonard’s penis.

“I’m thinking of a number.” Len whispered. Spock’s face lit up with a devilish smile.

They wound up behind the counter in an awkward but enthusiastic 69. Bones reclined on the floor propped up on one elbow. The other hand wrapped around Spock’s cock as he sucked and licked. Spock went down on Bone’s bone while straddling the Human’s body and supporting himself with one hand. His free hand was free to fondle and stroked his beloved while - aw, hell - while the Vulcan sucked him off.

They could hear the sounds of youthful passion echoing down the hall. It seemed that Chekov and Riley did find the men’s room and were going at it full bore.

“Yes, yes,” Riley cried. “Ouch! Not there, oh what the hell. It feels sooo good.”

At last, Spock and Bones came. Not at the same time, but nearly. Spock collapsed on to Len’s chest; satisfied to be satisfied.

He murmured into Len’s ear. “Do you hear that? Jim and Mr. Scott are still trying to reach fruition.”

Len’s stroked Spock’s hair. “Let’s rest a bit and then we’ll climb up on this here counter and give’em a few pointers.

FIN

　

I Remember His Eyes

His eyes are light brown
The color of
Tobacco, whiskey, wolves’ eyes
Warm, intoxicating, wild

His eyes were dark brown
The color of
Chocolate, coffee, aged oak
Sweet, stimulating, supportive

His eyes were dark
The color of
Dark chocolate, ebony, space
Addictive, strong, mysterious

His eyes were
The color of
His soul
Witty, wise, provocative, passionate

　

The One Who Got Away

Spock’s birthday greeting is late
Because the bugger has escaped
I had a clever trap
But he chewed through the strap
And flew through a flaw in the grate.

I begged and I pleaded Spock, stay
You don’t want to get away
Here you can hide
And safely abide
I’ll keep the TOSHFF girls away.

That green-blooded goblin cutie
Said he had to return to duty.
Though he gave me a neck pinch,
You know he was a mench (good guy)
With a galaxy-class bootie.

Holiday Spock

Holly is red,
Misitletoe is green
Cocao is hot
And so are you!

Steamy

“Voyeurism is unethical. Ensign, and punishable under Article 97 of the Star Fleet Code of Uniform of Military Justice.” Lieutenant Commander Spock said sternly, startling a female crew member intent on the view through a peep-hole into the men’s dressing room.

Ensign Charlene Travis snapped to attention, wiping her eyes, while blushing as red as her uniform. “But, but sir, Captain Kirk knows and he doesn’t seem to mind!” She stammered.

“Obviously or he would not post his shower schedule on the ship’s bulletin board.” The First Officer acknowledged lifting an eyebrow, “However, the line is blocking the corridor.”

Beachy Spock

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Sorry... I can't tear my eyes away.  Bones!  Oh, my.

Singlets are for real men, right Spock?

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