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Chapter 5/9 - See all warnings and disclaimers in chapter 1

After several tense moments of silence, Leonard thought he 
perceived a softening within those dark eyes.  "You may not be 
aware that I was the one who negotiated the treaty that was 
signed between the Federation and the Fabrini.  Your marriage 
to the High Priestess, as well as the annulment that followed, is 
a matter of record, as are their staunch views regarding same-
sex relationships.  A point in the finalized treaty states there 
will be no representatives with homosexual leanings sent to the 
colony.  To do so, they believe, could have the potential for 
contaminating their culture.  Perhaps now that I know of your 
presence on the planet at the time, I understand the reason for 
such a stipulation."
 
So, Sarek had known about his marriage to Natira all along.  
That explained why Sarek had become so distant in the shuttle 
when Leonard had mentioned his time with the Fabrini.  
Having to deal with them probably wasn't the most pleasant 
experience Sarek had ever had.  "You're right, I had no idea 
you were involved.  All of that was takin' place off the planet, 
and I wasn't exactly being kept in the loop, so to speak.  How 
did you manage to deal with that demand when bigotry, in any 
form, is one of the basic objections to accepting new members 
into the Federation?"
 
"Given the most revered Vulcan philosophy of IDIC, this was a 
point that was most difficult for me to accept.  However, the 
Federation Council believes that as the Fabrini becomes 
increasingly interactive with all Federation cultures, even these 
antiquated perceptions may someday evolve.  Therefore, the 
provision was agreed to.  The very fact that you were married 
to Natira, and were then allowed to remain on the planet during 
the period of time needed to translate the medical files encoded 
into their computer banks, led me to the logical conclusion that 
you were of a like mind."
 
"Wait just a damned minute!  You thought I was...one of 
them?" Leonard came to his knees.  Sitting back on his heels, 
so he could look Sarek directly in the eyes, he placed his hands 
determinedly on his thighs.  "My God," he breathed.  "What 
kinda Neanderthal did you think I was?  Did you serious 
believe that I could agree with their homophobic ideology?"
 
Sarek looked away.  "Although, in truth, I found it most 
difficult to coalesce these impressions with the man I had come 
to know, it was a consideration."
 
"You must be outta your Vulcan mind!  Hell, for all I know, it's 
you who feels that way.  There's never been any indication that 
you've ever considered a relationship with another male, nor do 
you ever have much to say about Jim and Spock.  I've gotta tell 
you, there are times when I get the distinct feelin' that you 
disapprove of their bond."
 
Sarek met his gaze.  "It seems, Leonard, that for the months we 
have spent in each other's company, there has been an 
inordinate amount of miscommunication that has transpired 
between us.  I believe it is time to, as humans are so fond of 
saying, 'set the record straight'.  However, given the topic of 
our discussion, that may not be the best choice in terminology.  
First, let me assure you I have participated in sexual encounters 
with males.  Prior to my bond with Amanda, males were my 
primary choice for the release of sexual tension.  After I took 
Amanda as my bondmate, I ceased pursuing such relationships.  
Then I met you.
 
"During those days that I was your patient, I was given the 
opportunity to observed you.  It was the care and concern that 
you showed to all who entered the medical facility that began 
to intrigue me.  It was those qualities, mixed with a more than 
adequate measure of irascibility, that precluded me from 
forgetting you even after leaving the Enterprise.  It was only 
after many weeks of meditation that I began to put those 
frequent thoughts of you into perspective."
 
"That was then.  What about now?" Leonard asked, not quite 
believing what he was hearing.
 
"Soon after you contacted me nine months ago, I began to 
discern a renewed desire to explore a physical, and emotional, 
connection with you.  However, I misconstrued both your 
relationship with the Fabrini, and what appeared to be an 
attempt to sever your friendship with those who had been your 
closest companions.  It was due to the very fabric of their 
relationship that I believed you had distanced yourself from 
James and Spock, choosing my companionship instead."
 
"Jesus Christ!  And that's why you thought I hadn't invited Jim 
and Spock to come here with me?"
 
"Indeed.  Considering the facts in evidence, it did seem to be 
the most valid conclusion."
 
"So much for your goddamned logic!  Sarek, if it seems that 
I've been distancing myself from them, it's only because I 
prefer to spend every free minute that I can with you."
 
Sarek reached out and stroked his fingers lightly against 
Leonard's.  It felt as if there were an electrical current that 
jumped between them with the contact.  "Hearing this pleases 
me.  Because of these fallacies in judgment, I have repeatedly 
discounted the emotions I have felt emanating from you, and 
done all to repress the deep longing for you that I have 
discerned within myself.  I hope that someday you will be able 
to forgive me for underestimating you.  I should have known 
better."
 
Suddenly everything had fallen into place.  Leonard wondered 
how two men who desired each other so intently had ended up 
on such opposite sides of the same fence.  Reaching up, he 
stroked gently down the side of Sarek's face and watched as the 
eyes closed and the lips parted under his touch.  The look of 
such passion on this beautiful face ignited the ember that had 
been smoldering in his gut.  "I forgive you.  I have no choice in 
the matter because...I love you, goddammit," Leonard breathed.
 
The eyes opened.  Although the cabin was still seeped in 
shadows of darkness, the light from those eyes seemed to 
illuminate the deepest recesses of Leonard's heart.  No longer 
were there any secrets or misconceptions being used as a wall 
between them.  Gone, also, was the veneer of logic that was so 
often used as a shield.  "Because of this, forgiveness comes to 
you so easily?  It takes nothing more than my request?"
 
"Well, that...and maybe...a kiss?"
 
Sarek reached for his hand and brought it to his lips.  Gently, he 
pressed Leonard's fingers against his mouth.  That was all it 
took for Leonard to feel a wave of hot desire shoot through his 
body.  Sarek shook his head briefly.  "That will not be possible.  
You see, Leonard, I would find it impossible to stop with a 
kiss.  If I am to have you, I wish to have all of you."
 
When Leonard answered, it was around his heart that had 
seemingly found a permanent home in his throat.  "No one said 
anything about *stoppin'* with a kiss.  I just thought it would 
be the best place to start."
 
Sarek leaned forward, and Leonard felt himself being bundled 
into strong, heated arms.  "Then to your request, I most heartily 
comply," Sarek answered, his voice heavy with pent up 
emotion, as he pulled Leonard down on the bed.  Only then did 
Sarek brush those soft lips against his. In that flash of warmth, 
Leonard knew that Sarek had caught him.  He no longer felt 
like he was falling.  He was safe.

As often as Leonard had dreamed of this moment, he wasn't 
prepared for the powerful rush of emotions that surged up 
within him with that first, intimate touch--love, lust, fear, 
regret, adoration, frustration, and many, many more were all 
accounted for.  It was as if there had been a thin membrane 
across his soul, and this man's touch ruptured it.  His next 
breath was drawn through ragged gasps as the mouth claimed 
his once more.
 
The kiss deepened, becoming less gentle and more bruising, as 
passions that would no longer be denied grew more demanding.  
Their bodies began to strain and twist against each other, 
sensitive flesh seeking friction to find relief.  Just when it 
seemed that the heat building between them was on the verge 
of carrying them away, Sarek pulled his head back.  Leonard 
saw his own plethora of emotion reflected back to him in those 
eyes, not the least among those was need, lust, and what he 
hoped was love, yet there was pain there, as well.
 
"Leonard..." Sarek's breaths were coming in short, hard pants.  
"That which I have come to feel for you is undeniable.  I have 
known...for many months that it is you who makes me burn.  
As much as I would wish it, I cannot offer you the same status 
that my son has given to James.  I cannot offer you a bond.  I 
have a bondmate.  Unlike a marriage vow between humans, it 
is not within my power to have that which exists between 
Amanda and myself broken."
 
Having been there throughout the bonding process between Jim 
and Spock, these were facts that Leonard was all too aware of.  
A 'life bond' was just that.  Just his luck to finally find the one 
person he could love with all his heart, only to have him belong 
to someone else.  "I know," he breathed.  "I think I've always 
known."
 
Sarek caressed his fingers gently down the side of Leonard's 
face, and the doctor felt the draw as they grazed against his 
meld points.  He'd never liked the idea of anyone invading his 
thoughts, but he would love nothing more than to have this man 
explore his mind, and for him to have the ability to do the 
same.  "It is a difficult situation in which we find ourselves," 
Sarek whispered.
 
"*That's* a helluvan understatement.  Now what?" Leonard 
sighed.
 
"Leonard, the fact that I cannot bond with you does little to 
dampen that which I have come to feel for you.  I will, 
however, accept your decision if you wish for this to go no 
further."
 
Leonard watched the slightly swollen lips as they moved.  
Bring a hand close to Sarek's mouth, he ran his thumb lightly 
across them.  "Sarek, I'm no fool.  I know that I should--that we 
both should--walk away.  But for the first time in my life, my 
search is over.  How do I just walk away from that?  Can you?"
 
"If you so desire, and with great difficulty, I could distance 
myself from you.  I could not, however, cease my longing for 
you, nor would I want to attempt to do so."
 
"Sarek, I've waited all my life to feel for someone what I feel 
for you, and to have those feelings returned is more than I 
thought I could ever ask for.  So, I guess the decision is really 
yours.  As far as I'm concerned, whatever you can give me, for 
however long, even if it's only tonight, I'll accept with 
pleasure."

Sarek leaned down and kissed him, first over each eye, and 
then on his lips before pulling his head back once more. 
"Leonard, my ashaya, you once again misunderstand me.  I 
have no intention of holding you tonight with little concern for 
tomorrow.  You are not so easily dismissed.  It is my sincerest 
hope that you will wish to forever be a part of me, even 
undergo with me that which I must periodically endure.  
However, since I cannot invite you to share a bond, that which I 
offer it is less than fair."
 
Forever a part of him.  Sarek was speaking of a commitment to 
one another; one that was more binding than any Leonard had 
ever been a part of before.  Was he really ready to give all he 
was to this man?  Was this man willing to do the same?  The 
only answer he needed was found in those dark, shining eyes.  
"It's no less fair for you, I think.  Besides, who said that love's 
fair?  And that's the one thing we share, isn't it?  Love?"
 
"Yes, my Leonard.  Yes, indeed it is," Sarek replied, and 
Leonard watched as a smile gently graced the beautiful face of 
his soon-to-be lover...no, much more than that.  Something told 
him that this was to be his lifemate.  Leonard wondered how 
few had been privileged to this smile.  It was the bona fide 
definition of radiance.
 
Once more savoring that mouth, he felt a distinctive hardness 
pressing against his hip.  Almost tentatively, Leonard slipped 
his hand between them until he held Sarek's scrotal sack in his 
cupped fingers.  As he became more comfortable with touching 
Sarek intimately, he massaged the hard shaft, tracing the 
impressive length of it through the thin fabric, feeling his own 
hard cock as it twitched repeatedly against Sarek's thigh.
 
Reaching up to the chest, Leonard separated Sarek's garment as 
far as it would go, then helped his lover free himself from the 
confines of the material.  Reaching beneath the blankets, he slid 
it down and out from under Sarek's raised hips.  Sitting up, 
Sarek freed it the rest of the way, pulled it out from underneath 
the covers, and tossed it to the side.  Then, in turn, Sarek 
divested Leonard of the last remaining barrier between them.
 
Only then did they lie together naked for the first time, body 
against body, bare flesh pressing against bare flesh.  Between 
long, consuming kisses, hands roamed, and learned, and 
gripped, and kneaded.  Bodies that had recently been cold and 
stiff were heated, damp, and responsive.
 
Moving his lips to the base of Sarek's ear, and tasting the 
coppery-spice flesh there, he moaned, "Sarek, I wanna make 
love to you.  I wanna feel you inside of me."
 
Sarek reached between them and encased both cocks in his 
strong hand, exerting only enough pressure to allow them to 
slide against each other.  Leonard felt the inferno that had 
burned so long in his gut move, almost painfully, toward his 
groin.  It had been a long time since he had given himself over 
to someone in this way--maybe never so completely--and he 
quickly passed the point of being able to hold back.  His mind 
tried to stop his quick ejaculation, but there was no controlling 
the actions of his body.  His hips were thrusting involuntarily 
into the hand that gripped him.  "Oh, God!  I can't stop.  I'm 
gonna cum!" Leonard moaned, his body shivering from the war 
being raged inside of him.
 
"Yes, my Leonard.  Do not resist.  Cum for me.  Let me feel 
your release," Sarek trilled against his neck.  Sarek reached for 
his meld points with his other hand, and with a mentally 
whispered question, waited to be invited inside.
 
"Yessss..." Leonard hissed.
 
Opening his mind was so easy to this man.  In no more than an 
instant, they were one.  Leonard could feel the pleasure of both 
of them, a doubling and redoubling of need and desire.  He felt 
acceptance as he was mentally assured there was no reason to 
feel self-conscious.  This was what Sarek wanted from him.  
Mostly he felt love; flowing around and through them, 
surrounding them, and rapidly filling those dark recesses in 
their souls that had been cold and empty before.
 
With that, Leonard relaxed and just enjoyed the sensation as he 
felt the first of the strong spasms pass through him, the 
epicenter being the first contraction centered in his groin.  
Leonard gripped Sarek's biceps to steady himself, feeling as if 
he was going to be pulled apart.  But Sarek was there, in his 
mind, steadying him, holding him together when the first 
contraction hit.  He felt Sarek's hand move to the end of his 
cock, massaging him to completion, capturing his fluid.  
Through the meld, Leonard felt Sarek's pleasure at watching his 
face as he came.  It wasn't words that he was sensing, but a 
flood of impressions and images that were being shared 
between them.  As Sarek carefully collected his ejaculate, there 
was no doubt what his lover had in mind, and the realization 
that soon, very soon, this man would be inside of him caused 
another uncontrollable shutter to race through his body.
 
With the last of his fluid expelled, Leonard rolled on his back, 
bent and spread his knees, giving Sarek access to that part of 
him he desired--that they both desired--to have filled.   Sarek's 
eyes held his as long, nimble fingers began to coat his anus 
with the fresh ejaculate.  First one, and then two fingers began 
to relax the muscle at the entrance, slipping further into his 
chamber, finding that rarely explored part of him.  Leonard 
groaned as Sarek began stroking the sensitive nodule that 
renewed his erection and caused him to crave more.  He felt the 
wonderful fullness of the fingers moving inside of him, and 
through Sarek, he also felt the heat and softness found within 
the tender flesh.  He was the giver.  He was the receiver.  He 
was in ecstasy.
 
"Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, and you are 
beautiful," Sarek crooned, his fingers massaging the chamber to 
readiness, his eyes grazing the length of Leonard's body, then 
returning to his face.  For perhaps the first time in his life, 
seeing himself through Sarek's mind, Leonard believed him.
 
Leonard reached down and sought out Sarek's organ.  He ran 
his hand up the length of it, traced the ridges, and coated the 
engorged, smooth head with the beads of fluid that were 
escaping from the small slit.  "I'm ready.for you," he breathed 
through jagged gasps.
 
The fingers were withdrawn, and Sarek moved between his 
thighs.  Tilting him forward, Leonard felt the cockhead as it 
was centered against him, and the rush of sweet pain as the 
swollen apex pushed inside.  A small gasp escaped his lips with 
the invasion.  He felt Sarek's hesitation, but his need far 
exceeded any discomfort.  "Don't stop!" he moaned.
 
The large cock slid slowly forward until Sarek was fully seated 
inside of him.  Leonard felt complete, down to his very core, in 
a way he had never before thought possible.  Sarek began to 
move inside of him, gently at first, then increasingly harder.  
Through the meld, they shared each thrust.  It was as if they 
were two sides of the same coin.
 
Sarek hovered over him, supported by his outstretched arms, 
and Leonard looked between them, the light from the lantern on 
the table behind them illuminating their bodies.  Leonard 
tweaked and rolled the tight, sensitive pips between his fingers, 
and his eyes feasted on the sight of Sarek withdrawing and then 
sinking himself inside of him, again and again.  His own 
renewed erection grazed against the hard, taut abdomen with 
every thrust, his seeping fluid drawing wet trails on Sarek's 
flesh.
 
Sarek was close to orgasm.  Leonard pulled him down and 
gathered him into his arms.  His lover's rapid heartbeat could be 
felt pounding against his side.  The plunges into him became 
quicker and more urgent, each one rubbing the length of their 
damp torsos together.  Gentle moans against his neck grew 
louder as Sarek teetered on the edge.  Leonard could feel him 
holding back, holding onto that wonderful 'point of no return' 
sensation as long as possible, and sharing it with his lover 
through the meld.
 
Wanting to savor the sensation of Sarek cumming inside of 
him, Leonard was glad that his first orgasm had afforded him 
some measure of control.  Even then, it took every ounce of 
resilience Leonard could muster to keep Sarek's first 
contraction from triggering his own.  Sarek's seed was being 
pumped deep into his bowels in short, hard thrusts, bathing his 
tightly-stretched cavity in warmth.  After Sarek's last spasm, 
Leonard thrust his cock against Sarek's abdomen and allowed 
his ejaculate to shoot between them.  Body and mind shifted 
from a state of ecstasy to a realm of rapture that Leonard had 
never known was possible, one that could only exist in this 
surreal world they had carved out for themselves.  
//Love...Love you...// his mind screamed, the words never 
making it further.
 
//Love you, my ashaya, my Leonard, my love// was heard 
clearly, almost reverently, in Leonard's thoughts, although 
Sarek's lips never left his.
 
Lying together, still connected, unwilling to separate, Leonard 
pulled the blankets up around Sarek's shoulders.  Sarek pulled 
back from the meld, but there remained a feeling of 
completeness between them in those sated moments of ebbing 
passion.
 
When Sarek did roll off, Leonard retrieved one of the towels 
and wet it with the warm water.  He cleaned them both, and as 
he bathed the length of Sarek's cock, he noticed the stirrings 
underneath the cloth.  "It seems that my body has yet to lose its 
desire for you," Sarek all but purred.
 
Leonard leaned over and licked small circles around the small, 
hard nipple closest to him.  The cock in his hand swelled to its 
fully aroused state.  Looking up Leonard teased, "I'll forgive 
you, *this* time."
 
The towel tossed aside, Sarek urged Leonard to lie down with 
his head on his chest.  Leonard did so, and returned his hand to 
Sarek's organ where he resumed stroking it.  Now that the cabin 
was quite warm, he was able to push the cover away so he 
could watch his fingers as they played along the shaft, tracing 
and learning the most responsive areas just beneath the ridges.  
Taking his time, he massaged the tight, thick scrotal sack, and 
allowed his index finger to venture further back.  Bending one 
leg, Sarek allowed him access to that most private area of his 
body.  Locating the puckered entrance, he traced the tight 
orifice and dipped a saliva-slickened finger inside.  It was an 
area that Leonard was determined to learn intimately and 
completely, but not yet.
 
Sarek emitted a moan of frustration when the finger was 
removed.  Sliding his hand back up the shaft, wrapping it 
around the sensitive ridges, Leonard whispered the promise, 
"Later, my love."  Leonard captured the hard, tight nub between 
his lips, rolling it gently between his teeth.
 
The arms began to tighten around him, signaling his lover's 
move toward impending release.  Leonard increased his strokes 
to bring him over, and felt his lover become rigid as the first 
spasm raced from Sarek's groin.  Massaging him to completion, 
Leonard lifted his head to watch as the white opaque streams 
shot forcefully from the small slit, landing against Sarek's 
abdomen.  Each new spurt ripped a new, throaty groan of 
pleasure from Sarek, as he rode each wave of unimpeded 
passion.  When Leonard was sure the last surge had passed, he 
released his grip on the cock.
 
There was a splattering of Sarek's semen just above the navel, 
and Leonard leaned down and captured the warm, wet fluid 
with his mouth.  He savored the sweet, cinnamon-copper honey 
as it ran over his tongue.  Sarek pulled him up and captured his 
mouth, the sweetness shared between them, as his lover's 
tongue plunged between Leonard's lips.
 
"I think I have an idea for that extra pillow," Leonard crooned, 
as he gathered the warm, sticky semen from Sarek's abdomen.  
Retrieving the pillow, he placed it just at hip level, and then, 
with a kiss, he whispered, "Roll onto your stomach."
 
Over and over, the next hours were spent seeking and finding 
ways to pleasure one another--with only brief respites taken in 
between for relieving themselves of the fluids each had 
willingly received, and to clean away the remnants of previous 
sessions.  Promises and vows of lives that would be forged 
together were spoken in voices both heavy and spent with 
passion.  Only when their bodies could no longer find the 
strength to mesh, did they find exhaustive, sated rest, each 
wrapped in a pair of strong arms.  The warmth from the 
fireplace surrounding them; the warmth of the love they shared 
permeating through them.  When sleep did finally come, it 
came easily and deeply.
 

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