Title: Someone to Watch Over Me
Author: Cait N.
Pairing: S/Mc, M'Benga
Series: MU TOS
Rating: NC-17, light bond and s&m
Feedback: Alicat#netdot.com
Beta: Much thanks Marcy!

Summary: Just after the ending of "Mirror, Mirror" Spock
has some personal matters to take care of before he can
take over the ship.

Disclaimer: Paramount owns 'em, I just take 'em out for
a spin every now and then.

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"Someone to Watch Over Me"
by Cait N.
copyright October 2001


In the 3.7542 seconds it took for the landing party to
appear on the transporter pad, Spock sorted out his agenda
for the next twenty-four hours. High on the list was the
takeover of the ship. Marlena had already slipped a
sedative into the bottle of Romulan Ale in Kirk's quarters.
The Captain trusted her, illogical human that he was. It
would be almost child's play to take over the ship, now
that Spock knew about the Tantalus Device. Yes, Spock would
be Captain.  But first, he had a… personal matter to attend
to.

The landing party shimmered into existence on the
transporter pad, and Kirk stepped down, clearly not in the
best of moods. 

"Captain –" Spock started to say.

"Not now, Spock!" Kirk snapped.  "I have a Halkan city to
destroy."  He disappeared out of the transporter room,
Uhura following close behind.

Scotty and McCoy stepped down and went to walk around
Spock.  He held out a hand, grabbing the doctor around the
arm. "I would like a word with you, doctor," he said. 

"In my office," McCoy answered.  "I need a drink."

= = = = = = = = = 

M'Benga hid the knife up his sleeve and peeked around the
corner.  He'd finally gotten up the nerve to do the old
bastard in.  As soon as McCoy came around that corner and
stepped into his sickbay, M'Benga would make his move. 
Before long that would be *his* sickbay.

Footsteps sounded down the corridor, and M'Benga peeked
around again.  Damn! The pointy-eared Vulcan was with him. 
Shit shit shit! He stormed off to his quarters.  He had a
pretty good idea from past experience what was going to
happen in McCoy's office and he wanted a ringside seat.

= = = = = = = = = =

"My damn fool counterpart better not have rearranged one
square inch of my space," McCoy muttered as he stepped into
the dimly sit sickbay.  

Spock turned to his two personal guards.  "Wait here." 
The guards took up a position, one on either side of the
door, and Spock stepped inside with McCoy. The doctor was
already checking his instruments and experiments to make
sure nothing was out of place.

Spock cleared his throat.  "Doctor, I think you
misunderstood me.  I said I needed a word with you."

McCoy turned to look at him.  He raised his eyebrows. 
"Oh, *that* kind of word, huh?" His gaze turned downward as
he clasped his hands in front of him.

Spock brushed against him as he walked around and pressed
his palm to the security lock next to a door in the corner.
The computer scanned his palm and then the door slid open. 
He stepped to the side and waited patiently while McCoy
stepped into the room ahead of him.

The room was relatively bare.  There was an armchair in
one corner and a square of carpet in the middle of the
room. A waist-high table with handles on it was attached to
the wall opposite the door and had a couple of O-rings
fitted at six feet or so above the deck.  A table sat next
to the armchair, covered with assorted sex toys and
lubricants.

McCoy had stopped beside the armchair, and was awaiting
Spock's pleasure. Spock approached him, his demeanor
slowly changing. His face was more soft, but hardened
at the same time.  It was a different kind of hard, though,
than he showed to the rest of the crew.  He was Master
here, clearly in his element. He forgot about Kirk and what
that other Captain had told him. He forgot about the
Tantalus device and his plans for it.  Right now nothing
existed beyond the room, and the man standing before him.
The very sexual, very sensual man.

"I can see you are already aroused," Spock said, glancing
at the bulge in McCoy's trousers.  "It appears you are
truly the slut I need."

McCoy remained silent, but there was no missing the gleam
of anticipation in his eyes.

"Remove your clothes," Spock ordered.

McCoy hurriedly removed his clothing. His sash and shirt
fell to the deck, and he tugged his boots off without
losing his balance.  His trousers came next. Spock kept
from sighing when he saw his lover standing there, naked
except for black briefs that left nothing to the
imagination.

"You are quite lovely for a slave," Spock said, meaning
every word.

"Thank you," McCoy answered, meaning every word as well.

Caught in the glow of the moment, Spock almost missed his
lover's indiscretion. McCoy had been his submissive for
years now; he knew not to speak unless Spock specifically
told him to, or was asked a question. A frown on his face,
Spock went over to a nearby table and picked up a small
studded rod.  Eight lashes, maybe a foot long each, hung
from the rod.  It was much less sinister than it looked, as
Spock knew firsthand.

"You were on that other ship but a short time and already
you forget how to address me, slave?" Spock asked as he
tapped the rod in his hands. 

"I promise I will remember from now on, Master," McCoy
said as his eyes got wider.  His hips twitched,
unconsciously letting Spock know that he wasn't completely
afraid.

"I know you won't forget, because the stinging bite of the
nahr t'duf will teach you manners," Spock replied.  He
pointed to a narrow table set into the wall.

= = = = = = = = = = =

In his quarters, M'Benga turned down the lights and
activated a small viewing screen concealed behind a wall-
hanging.  A picture of the secret room in sickbay appeared.
He smiled at seeing McCoy's delicious body in nothing more
than skimpy briefs.  He might have hated the man with every
fiber of his being, but he could still admire his physique. 

He slid down in his chair and unfastened his trousers.  He
pulled out his semi-erect cock and started stroking it
slowly.

= = = = = = = = = = =

McCoy stepped over to the waist-high table, and leaned
across it to reach the grips set into the sides. This
placed his buttocks back in such a sinful display that he
instantly loved it.  A blanket spread across the table made
it comfortable for his bare hips that had to lean on the
table.  As he stretched to reach the grips, McCoy couldn't
help looking at himself in the mirror, and he wondered how
he would look in a few moments when the punishment began. 
Fear and excitement was already upon his face.

Spock pulled down McCoy's briefs, resisting the urge to
take a small bite of his full buttocks.  Spock then placed
McCoy's legs apart, both for his enjoyment and to provided
a wider area to spank.  

With his legs deliciously apart, Spock rubbed McCoy's
bottom with his hand as he draped the lashes across his
buttocks.  He did this for a few moments, letting McCoy
prepare for the action to come.  He started to tremble, but
Spock kept rubbing his bottom until he calmed down.

"You remember your control word, right?" Spock asked.

McCoy simply nodded.

"Then I think five lashes will be your first punishment,"
Spock said.  "I want you to count out your lashes as we
proceed.  Understand?"

"Yes, Master," McCoy answered.

Stepping back and holding his breath, Spock raised his arm
and brought the lashes down on McCoy's buttocks.  The crack
of eight strips of leather smacking his bottom was loud in
the otherwise quiet room.  McCoy jumped in place, more from
the sound than any actual pain. It stung a little, but no
more than a pinch would.  

"One," he called out, and another blow immediately
followed.  This time, the little stinging cords struck
lower on his buttocks.  McCoy still felt the pinch of the
first lashes as these new ones crossed his bottom.  

"Two," he called out, and then shrieked as the third blow
landed, this time to the right of the previous blows.  He
jumped to the left, but kept his feet locked in place, not
daring to show disobedience.  The right side of his bottom
was starting to sting now.  He held the grips tighter as he
endured the sensations of the lingering lashes.

"Three," he called out, and then gasped as a much harder
blow hit right where the lashing first started.  

"Four," McCoy panted, and he clenched the grips tighter as
the final lashes descended on his sensitive bottom.  Eight
more stinging lengths of sensation joined the thirty-two
lingering lines that were already there.  His feet lifted
themselves onto his tiptoes, his one act of defiance. 
McCoy held onto the grips as he resisted his urge to cover
his sore bottom with his hands.

"Five," McCoy breathed.  He was just starting to become
aroused and a part of him was sad that the "punishment" was
over.

Spock pointed to the plush square of carpet that was in
the center of the room. "Kneel on it, your hands clasped in
front of you," Spock ordered, and McCoy obeyed.  Kneeling
as commanded, McCoy's head was about level to Spock's
waist. Both of them were aroused by the implications of the
convenience of this position.

Spock walked behind McCoy, and out of his view, he ran his
hands down the human's back, trailing over the smooth skin
in a touch that was more a caress. Spock then gently pulled
McCoy's hands behind his back, and handcuffed them. The
cuffs were padded with fur; a rich red color that reminded
Spock of the sky at sunset over Vulcan.  McCoy's back
tensed as he heard the cuffs click shut on his wrists. 
Spock waited for him to give the control word, and when he
didn't, Spock continued.

"Now, slave, keep looking straight and don't look down."

He stepped beside McCoy and got down on one knee.  Placing
one hand on the bound man's bottom, Spock marveled at the
heat that was rising.  McCoy shivered at his touch, but
kept looking ahead.  With his hand still appreciating his
lover's buttocks, Spock leaned down and flicked his tongue
over McCoy's left nipple, teasing the hard bud and bringing
goosebumps to the area around it.

McCoy moaned at the shock of the mouth on his nipple.  He
was torn between which sensation was more intense - the
heat of his bottom or the heat of Spock's mouth.  More
distracting was Spock's breath flaring through his nose as
his mouth suckled him, too furiously to breathe.  McCoy
kept looking ahead though his chin trembled a bit.  His
hands fidgeted with the cuffs behind his back, prevented
from clasping Spock like he desired so much.

When McCoy's nipple was bright red from his attention,
Spock moved to his lover's other side.  This time his hand
moved down to inside McCoy's thigh, and lightly massaged
his sac.

Spock felt a releasing of his inhibitions as he bit
slightly at McCoy's aureoles.  He knew that it was never
good to be selfish during lovemaking, but Spock made small
allowances for himself this time.  He loved lavishing
attention on his lover's nipples; he knew how sensitive
they were and how aroused the both of them got when Spock
fondled them.

His lust for McCoy temporarily sated, Spock fetched a
blindfold from the table of toys.  Returning back, he
stepped behind McCoy's kneeling body, and paused. He
counted to twenty, letting McCoy get a bit nervous.  Spock
was curious to see if he would turn around and justify
another spanking. When McCoy didn't, he wasn't sure if he
was disappointed or not.

The blindfold fit snug around McCoy's eyes, and nervous
anxiety tickled his insides.  He knew that the blindfold
meant the *really* good parts were about to happen.  It was
difficult for him to remain kneeling on the ottoman with
his eyes shut.  His attention totally absorbed in staying
upright, he jumped in shock when he felt something
impossibly light on the curve of his back.

As his insides melted with the sensations of a light touch
moving up his back, McCoy thought, *Spock, you've earned
yourself a week of blowjobs tonight.*

Spock was glad he'd chosen to use the feather. The simple
act of tracing McCoy's spine with the feather's tip was
producing the sexiest sounds from him.  Slow touches worked
best, faster strokes prompted almost no noise at all.  It
didn't take long for Spock to know which one McCoy
preferred.

"I suspect that you like that, my lovely slave," Spock
said as the goose pimples spread on McCoy's back.  McCoy
simply nodded.

Spock traded the feather for a soft fur glove.  He ran his
fuzzy fingers over McCoy's hips.

"I expect more from my slaves when they are enjoying
themselves," Spock said as his hand slipped down to the
outside of McCoy's thigh.  "Tell me you enjoy this."	

"Yes, I do like it," McCoy said between moans.

A single barehanded spank fell across McCoy's ass, and he
jumped at the suddenness of it.  Sucking air through his
teeth, he knew his mistake before Spock explained.

"You forgot to call me by my title," Spock said without
malice or gloating as he continued to massage the outside
of his lover's thighs.  

McCoy simply shuddered as the sting of the one spank made
itself known on his buttocks.  "Forgive me, Master," he
said as he struggled to keep his legs together. He loved
the torturous foreplay Spock was putting him through, but
it'd been too long.  He wanted to come…and soon.

Spock's fur gloved hand strayed to the inside of McCoy's
thigh.  Raising his hand slowly, Spock leaned over and
kissed McCoy, right under his ear.  Nibbling a little on
his ear lobe, he could feel his body shift as his glove
raised ever so close to McCoy's silky shaft.  Spock wrapped
his free arm around McCoy, hugging him closer.  This also
let McCoy's tired legs shift his distracted weight to his
lover.

"You look like the type of slut who would enjoy sucking
cock," Spock said, delighting in the shivers that simple
comment sparked in McCoy.

"Oh very much, my Master," McCoy replied in a husky voice.

Silently, Spock stood up, leaving the handcuffs and
blindfold in place. He pulled off his tunic, then loosened
his trousers, kicking them aside as they pooled around his
ankles.  He was naked underneath, his engorged cock bobbing
slightly as Spock spread his feet.

"Now, how badly would my slut like to suck some cock?"
Spock asked, running his hands through McCoy's silky hair.

"Very much, Master," McCoy answered, licking his lips and
shifting his legs.

"Good, then show me your talents," Spock answered. He
pulled McCoy's head forward until the human's lips grazed
the tip of his cock.

McCoy extended his neck forward, and took the offered cock
into his mouth. He had to lift it with his lips in order to
get it in.  His mouth struggled with the large member; his
balance was awkward enough between kneeling and having his
hands bound behind him. 

Now that he had it in his mouth, McCoy detected the sour-
salty taste of Spock's arousal.  He moaned and sucked the
cock deeper, pressing his tongue against the underside. He
knew that Spock was watching him, and that aroused him
further. He was frustrated that Spock wasn't touching him,
too, but he also knew his place. He was the slave here, and
Spock would get him off – if and when he chose to do so. 
So, quite simply, he started performing.  

McCoy's head moved up and down the shaft slowly, his head
exaggeratingly tilting with every thrust.  He could feel a
bit of saliva trailing down his chin, but McCoy ignored it
as he did his best to seduce his master into action.

After a few minutes of demonstrating to Spock that he
hadn't lost his talent since the last time they'd been
together, McCoy was pleased to hear the sound of Spock's
own moan.  McCoy's already flaming arousal was reaching
critical and though he couldn't actually see the look on
Spock's face because of the blindfold, he could picture it
in his head.

= = = = = = = = =

M'Benga licked his lips as he watched the action on the
screen.  He spit on his cock and moved his hand faster.  He
could feel his balls tightening up and hoped he could hold
out as long as the two in sickbay could.

= = = = = = = = = 

Spock was in ecstasy.  He'd almost forgotten how good it
felt to have his lover's mouth wrapped around his cock. The
subtle changes in pressure, the feel of the tongue sliding
up the ridged shaft.  He had to have this man, and Spock
wasn't going to wait any longer.

He withdrew his cock from McCoy's mouth. McCoy made a
small pout but wisely kept silent. Kneeling down behind
McCoy's still red buttocks, Spock pressed close against the
other man's back.  He reached around with one hand and
found McCoy's shaft.  The head was slick with precum, and
Spock rubbed it around the head, planting tiny kisses along
McCoy's neck at the same time.  McCoy tried bucking his
hips to gain more friction, the act making Spock smile. It
also made him even harder, if that were even possible.  He
slid his cock between McCoy's thighs, the top of his shaft
rubbing against the underside of McCoy's. His slave moaned
in frustrated bliss.

The time for games was over.

Spock drew back, spit in his hand and lubed up his cock. 
In one smooth stroke, he impaled McCoy on his stiff, Vulcan
member. He sat back on his heels, his hands lifting McCoy
onto his lap, deepening their contact. He moved up and
down, plowing McCoy with a passion not seen since their
first coupling. 

The heat of his buttocks slapping against Spock's thighs,
enhanced the lingering welt marks from McCoy's earlier
spanking.  Instead of detracting from his pleasure, he
found it only added to it.  Spock had never whipped or
spanked him before making love to him; the spanking or
whippings, or sometimes both, had always come after. McCoy
moaned deep in his throat with the bliss of the orgasm
welling up in the pit of his belly. Spock whispered in his
ear. "Come for me, my slave.  Come, my kefeh…" He sensed
McCoy's release was close.  He placed his right hand at
McCoy's temple, fingers touching the right spots. "Kashkau
wuhkuh eh teretuhr," he intoned, closing his eyes.

McCoy felt the tingling sensation of the mind-meld just
before his orgasm hit him.  He could feel Spock's pleasure,
as well as his own, and even feel his own orgasm through
Spock's point of view.  It was erotic, practically
voyeuristic, almost overwhelming in its intensity. McCoy's
orgasm intensified, numbing his legs with its sheer force. 
His toes curled, his eyes rolled, and he thought for sure
he'd pass out.  Before his orgasm fully faded, he felt
Spock tense underneath him, his warm seed spilling into
him. He lived it through the mind meld, felt it as Spock
felt it, and growled, "Oh YES!" 

Spock's legs just about gave out then, and he fell over
onto his side, McCoy falling with him. He released the
cuffs, and curled up around McCoy, running a hand
contentedly up and down his lover's arm. 

"Mmmmm," McCoy simply said as he snuggled closer.  He'd
tossed the blindfold aside by the cuffs, and could feel
lethargy overtaking his limbs. 

Embraced together on the floor, it didn't look like either
was moving for a while.

= = = = = = = = = = =

M'Benga smiled in satisfaction and wiped the come off his
chest.  He fastened his pants, then got up to stop the
recording device he'd activated earlier. He removed the
data crystal.  He could imagine the look on the Captain's
face when he saw how his First Officer and CMO spent their
extracurricular time.  He could practically taste his
promotion.

= = = = = = = = = = =

Spock could feel McCoy's even breathing and knew that his
lover was already asleep.  He kissed the top of the human's
head.  He deliberately kept his eyes from straying to the
small pinpoint hole in the wall.  Oh yes, he knew about
M'Benga's lust for power and promotion.  As if anyone on
this damn ship *didn't* lust for those things.  The secret
vids didn't bother him.  If the man truly had any balls he
would have murdered McCoy by now. Let M'Benga go crawling
to the Captain like a pathetic worm. Spock allowed himself
a smile.  M'Benga was a fool if he thought that McCoy was
his only slave.  Well, Jim would set him straight soon
enough.


THE END


**Vulcan words: kefeh = slave / nahr t'duf = Whip-of-
Discipline (non-literal translation) / Kashkau wuhkuh eh
teretuhr = Our minds, one and together.**