Death or Desire by Storm Alternate Universe (Star Trek)

{Webmaster Note: You don't absolutely need to read the genfic One Day in Sector Seven to enjoy this story, but it might make it even more fun.]

Captain's Log stardate 7056.9. The USS Maverick is heading for Memoria Prime. The science team has requested to study the ion storms that bombard the planet. Permission was granted since we finished the work on Taltos early.

"Captain we are 35,000 kilometers away from Memoria," announced Lieutenant Tanner from navigation.

"Very well Lieutenant. Take us into synchronous orbit."

"Aye, aye Captain."

Lieutenant Tanner ran slender fingers over the instrument panel and within minutes announced synchronous orbit. Ensign Dunne, sitting next to the lieutenant at Ops, started to read the conditions of the planet from his board.

"Vegetation, jungle-like. Numerous life readings. Atmosphere similar to Earth."

"Thank you Ensign," Capt Larabee said. "This is Captain Larabee to Science team."

"This is Lieutenant. Wosov, Captain."

"We are in orbit around the planet. You have five days to run your tests."

"Thank you, Captain. We'll get started right away. Lieutenant Wosov out."

The COM went dead and Chris looked around the bridge. Commander Wilmington sat to his right. Counselor Sanchez was to his left and Lieutenant Standish was behind him at the security station. The only one missing was Dr. Jackson, who was more than likely in sick bay. Chris looked around and noticed. Vin pulling at the collar of his uniform. He didn't blame him. They were tight. He watched his navigator for a few more minutes and noticed he was fidgeting, something he never did. Usually Vin was so quiet and still you forgot he was there. Chris watched as he tucked his hair behind his ears to keep it out of his eyes. This was also something Vin rarely did. He wore his hair long to hide his Vulcan heritage.

"Hey Vin," Dunne whispered. "Check your instruments. We're slightly off course."

"I know how to do my damned job!" Tanner snarled at the younger man.

It always took people by surprise when Tanner showed his temper. Being a Vulcan most people assumed he kept his emotions in check. Humans had raised him when he was found to be the only survivor of a Vulcan science team on a remote planet in the alpha quadrant. Tanner didn't know how to be Vulcan and hated to be reminded he was one. Wilmington was surprised by the outburst.

"Lieutenant Tanner do we have a problem?" he asked.

"No sir!" Tanner growled. Chris noticed his hands were clenched into fists.

"Then why are you snapping at Ensign Dunne?" asked Sanchez in a calming voice.

"Sorry Sir, I couldn't sleep last night and took an extra watch."

"You've been on duty over 12 hours," Captain Larabee stated.

"No sir, more like 48," Tanner admitted. He couldn't seem to tell a lie.

"Forty-eight!" Larabee yelled. "No wonder your snapping at JD. I want you to get some sleep."

"I don't sleep, remember? I' m a damned Vulcan," Tanner shouted back and everyone was shocked.

Larabee looked into his blue eyes and knew something was wrong but didn't know what. He could feel the tension on the bridge and decided to difuse the situation.

"You're dismissed Lieutenant," he said in a deadly voice.

"Yes, SIR!" Tanner said through gritted teeth. He got up and stalked to the turbo lift.

When he was off the bridge Chris watched as everyone relaxed.

"I'm sorry Captain, it was my fault," Ensign Dunne said. "I shouldn't have told Vin - I mean Lieutenant Tanner - how to do his job."

"No, son, you were right," Wilmington said.

"Am I the only one who has noticed our resident Vulcan's uncharacteristic behavior?" asked Lieutenant Standish.

"Uncharacteristic for Vin or for a Vulcan?" Wilmington wanted to know.

"Why what have you noticed. Lieutenant?" Larabee asked. He knew Standish was good at reading people.

"Well, two nights ago in Ten Forward the aforementioned lieutenant was drinking more than is his usual want."

"Now that you mention it," Sanchez started. "another crew member said he heard Vin yelling at Chanu down in engineering."

"Yelling at Engineer Chanu?" Dunne asked in complete surprise. "Now that's really weird. I thought Chanu was his friend?"

"He is," Larabee said, thinking. "Josiah, any ideas what might be bothering him?"

"You know he rarely talks with me, Chris," Sanchez answered.

"Heck, he rarely talks to anyone," Wilmington said with a smile.

"Maybe I should have Nathan check him over."

"Now that I'd pay to see," Wilmington laughed harder. "You know getting him to sick bay is like trying to keep a Moravian snow cat as a pet! He's going to fight you tooth and claw."

"I, for one, wouldn't try to drag him to sick bay," Standish said. "You forget he's 10 times stronger than we are."

"That's part of Vin's problem," Sanchez said. "He tries so hard to hide his Vulcan heritage that even we forget sometimes."

"Well something's wrong. I can feel it," Larabee said. "Let's just keep our eye out."

After the captain had dismissed him, Vin stalked down to Ten Forward and took his usual seat in the corner. Inez saw him walk in and poured him a glass of his favorite ale and brought it to his table. He smiled but didn't say anything. Inez went back behind the bar and watched. Some of the engineers were starting to get drunk and boisterous. They saw Vin sitting by himself and decided to tease him.

"Well, Well if it isn't the little elf," one of them teased as he walked over to him.

"Yeah he try's to hide them pointy ears but everyone knows he has 'em," said another.

"I don't know why he does. They're rather cute," commented the first one, and went to touch them.

That's when all hell broke loose. Vin grabbed the larger man and sent him flying across the room. The others joined the fight and soon there was a brawl going in the lounge.

"I need security to Ten Forward!" Inez yelled into the com system.

Inez watched as the seven engineers all went after Vin. He easily threw them off and punched one of them in the nose breaking it. He then grabbed another and broke his arm. The remaining five men decided to rush him as one and bore him to the ground. They were all large men but they forgot what everyone did: Vin was a Vulcan. He easily threw them off. Inez could see Vin was getting angrier and angrier. He had already taken out four of the men by breaking some part of their anatomy. The other's seemed to be loosing heart and tried to back away from him. Vin wasn't about to let them go. He had grabbed one of them around the neck when he felt the phaser hit him and he dropped to the floor. Inez walked over holding the phaser. She leaned down and rolled him over. He had a bloody nose and a split lip. His Vulcan blood was a harsh color on his pale features. Just then security burst into the room and looked around.

"Took you long enough," she scolded the team leader.

"This is security team 4 we need medical assistance down at Ten Forward," he said into this communicator.

Inez wiped the blood from under Vin's nose, turning the towel green. She straightened his limbs and got him comfortable. She looked around the room at the other injured men. They should know better, she thought. She had no sympathy for them since they were the ones who had started it. It didn't take Dr. Jackson long to arrive from sick bay. The first one he ran to was the unconscious Vulcan.

"He's all right Nathan," said Inez. "You better check the others."

"What happened?'

"They started teasing him about his ears and a fight started. He was pretty mad and I thought he might really hurt someone so I stunned him."

"Damn fools!" Jackson muttered. "They should know better than to pick a fight with a Vulcan."

"There's just one thing Nathan," Inez said looking in his eyes. "Vin was enjoying what he was doing. He scared me. I thought for sure he would kill one of them."

Jackson looked down at the stunned Vulcan and shook his head. He left him to check on the others. When he was done checking everyone over he had the four men transferred to sick bay. Tanner had broken a number of bones on each of them and they needed to be mended. He was lifting Vin onto an antigrav sled when the Captain walked in.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded.

"Vin got into a fight with seven of the engineers," Jackson explained. "Inez thought he was going to really hurt one of them so she stunned him."

"How are the others?" he asked.

"Various broken bones and contusions," Jackson answered. "Nothing that can't be fixed."

"I wanted you to check him over fully Nathan," Chris said. "Something's not right. This isn't like Vin. He doesn't usually get in to fights."

"Will do, Captain."

Nathan had finished fixing all the broken bones and sent everyone on their way. The only one left in sick bay was Vin. Inez had zapped him good and he was still out. He ran every test he could think of but found nothing wrong him. His heart rate was a little fast for a Vulcan but other than that, he was physically fine. He wasn't sure about mentally. Vin had a hard time fitting in with humans. Most didn't trust him or were taken aback when they found out he was a Vulcan. With the long hair, blue eyes and pale skin most people assumed he was human. He was also rather skinny for a Vulcan. Almost like a runt. He spent most of his time alone but was content in the company of Ezra, Buck, Josiah, JD and Chris. He was glad that Vin seemed to enjoy his company also. Vin fascinated Nathan. He had been raised by humans and knew nothing about being a Vulcan. Granted, he had learned a few things about what a Vulcan could do when he was young. For instance he knew how to use his mind meld abilities. Jackson had come to find out Vulcan's were taught almost immediately how to use that power. He knew something was bothering the younger officer, but he knew Vin wouldn't talk about it. A few minutes later Vin stirred and opened his eyes. When he realized he was in sick bay he jumped up and off the examination table.

"Whoa easy Vin," Jackson said.

"Oh damn!!!" Vin cried. "Chris is going to kill me."

"No, he's not."

"How bad did I hurt everyone?" Vin asked in concern.

" A few broken bones but everyone is back to normal," Jackson assured him. "What happened Vin."

"I don't know," he admitted. "When the fight started, I knew I shouldn't have because of my strength, but it felt so good."

"What do you mean?"

"It was like my blood was on fire. I had to fight or ...I just don't know," Vin faltered.

"It's all right Vin," Jackson said. "Everyone feels that way sometimes."

"It's not all right Nathan!!!!" he cried. "I can kill someone easily! I try to hide being a Vulcan, but I know what I am. I know I can hurt someone with my temper. Maybe if I had been raised on Vulcan none of this would be happening."

"Vin, this isn't your fault," Jackson assured him.

"I know," Vin said with a sigh. "It's just I get so confused sometimes."

"I'm not surprised," Jackson laughed. "Life can be confusing enough with out wondering who you are."

"Well, I better go make my apologizes to the engineers," he said as walked towards the door.

Jackson watched him go then went over to his desk and hit the Com.

"Captain speaking."

"Captain, it's Dr. Jackson. I couldn't find anything wrong with Lieutenant Tanner."

"Thank you Doctor, Captain out."

The Com went dead and Jackson sat thinking. He decided to brush up on Vulcan physiology.

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The next couple of days, Tanner became more and more withdrawn. One day Wilmington found him down on the holodeck fighting a hoard of savages with the safety protocol disabled. Wilmington had tried to stop the program but it was no use. Vin had locked the doors and the controls. By the time he and Dunne had jury-rigged them to open, Vin was bleeding from a number of cuts on his chest and arms. He was furious when Buck finally turned the program off, and stalked to his room. Nathan found him in his room in the dark. He didn't protest when Jackson ran the tricorder over his body checking his vitals. Nathan just shook his head and began to seal the wounds. When he was done he left him sitting in the dark. Chris had called a meting in his ready room and Jackson walked to the bridge. When the turbo doors opened, the six men walked into the ready room.

"Nathan, how is he?" Chris asked.

"I healed all the cuts and physically he's fine. Ain't so sure about mentally."

"Sanchez?"

"I have been reading up on Vulcans," Sanchez began. "How old would you say Vin is?"

"For a Vulcan he's pretty young. They live an awfully long time." said Chris. "I would guess no more than 28."

"It's hard to say," Jackson began. "The humans who found him listed him as being five. They were thinking in human terms, though, so Vin could actually have been a lot older."

"Why do you want to know anyway?" asked Dunne.

"Have any of you heard of a Vulcan ritual called Pon Far?" he asked.

"Of course!!!" cried Jackson. "How stupid of me. That explains why he's fighting with everyone."

"What is Pon Far, pray tell?" asked Standish.

"It's a Vulcan sexual ritual," Sanchez began. "Vulcan's aren't like us that have sex whenever they feel like it. It's a chemical make-up in their body that causes them to seek out a mate. The chemical build-up causes them to become more aggressive. There can be terrible consequences if Vin doesn't find a mate."

"What are you trying to say Josian?" Chris asked.

"He can die," said Nathan.

"What!" JD exclaimed. "He can die if he doesn't have sex?"

"The chemical imbalance will increase to the point where it will become unbearable and Vin will welcome death. Either by his own hands or from another."

"Well the situation doesn't seem completely hopeless," said Standish. "We just have to find him a mate."

"I know a number of women aboard this ship that find the blue-eyed Vulcan irresistable," Wilmington added.

"It can't be just anyone," Sanchez said. "It has to be someone Vin wants."

"And if we can't find someone?" Chris asked.

"There's only one other way to stop the Pon Far," said Sanchez. "Vin has to have a fight to the death. Whether him or his opponent."

"Do you think he knows?" asked Dunne.

"I doubt it," Sanchez shook his head sadly. "The people who raised him loved him but never taught Vin about his heritage. Granted this isn't something that's talked about in Vulcan society. They find mating is a necessary evil and if they could do without it, they would."

"So are you saying Vin's a virgin?" asked Wilmington.

"Yes," said Sanchez.

"Captain!! Unauthorized launch of a shuttle!" came a voice over the Com.

"Who's at the controls?" he asked.

"Unknown sir. Whoever it is doesn't have on a communicator."

"Scan the shuttle," he said as they came out of the ready room onto the bridge.

"Scanning," said Standish as he moved to his station. "It's Vin."

"Damn!" cried Dunne from Ops. "He's loosing control. The shuttle is caught in one of the ion storms."

"The shuttle's going down!" Standish cried as he adjusted his scan. "He's crashed at these coordinates, 0075 mark 98."

"Damn! Transporter room got those coordinates?" Larabee asked into the Com.

"Yes, Captain, but I can't lock on because of the storm. If he had on his communicator it would be easier."

"Transporter prepare to beam me to his coordinates on my mark." Larabee said.

"Chris are you crazy?!!" Wilmington said. "As first officer I can't let you do that."

"Captain," called the transporter chief. "There's a 10-second gap coming up in the storm. I can transport you down, but I still can't lock on Lieutenant Tanner."

"Do it!" Chris yelled.

"Shit CHRIS!!!!" Wilmington yelled as the familiar sparkling of the transported beam took the Captain.

Chris materialized ten yards away from the downed shuttlecraft. It was buried half way in the mud from the force of the impact. Chris had to struggle against the wind to get to the shuttlecraft. He knew he had to get inside before the storm intensified. He finally reached the shuttle and opened the airlock. Once inside, he sealed it and quiet reigned. He walked to the front of the shuttle to find Vin slumped over the controls. He gently lifted him up and lay him down on the floor. There was a cut over his right eye that had bleed down his cheek. Chris grabbed the medical kit and cleaned the wound and sealed it. He then ran the tricorder over Vin's body. They only other injury was severely bruised ribs on his right side. Chris filled a hypospray and injected the younger man. In a short time Vin started to wake up. He opened his eyes and looked around . When he saw Chris, he jumped up.

"Easy there, you have a couple of bruised ribs."

"How did you get here?"

"I came down to rescue my best pilot."

"You shouldn't have," Vin said looking away from him. "I'm surprised you haven't thrown my sorry ass into the brig."

"None of this is your fault, Vin. Josiahfigured out what's going on. It's a ritual called Pon Far."

"What?"

"It's a mating ritual," Chris said and Vin laughed

"A mating ritual. I feel like I want to rip my skin off or kill something."

"That's part of the problem," Chris explained. "Nathan said it's a chemical imbalance that causes Vulcans to become more aggressive. If you don't find a mate, the chemicals can kill you."

"This is crazy!" Vin protested. "I don't want a mate!"

"You don't have much of a choice," Chris said. "It's either that, you die or you have to kill someone."

"Damn!"

"Let's get back up to the ship," he suggested. "Captain Larabee to USS Maverick."

He was answered by static. He tried a few more times ,then gave up. He looked over at Vin and saw him shaking. Chris could see he was trying to keep control of his urge to attack. Chris watched as he grabbed one of the consoles and ripped it from its moorings, throwing it across the shuttle.

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"Transporter Room, lock on the Captain's signal and beam them aboard," Wilmington yelled into the Com.

"Can't, sir. The storm has intensified. I can't lock on."

"When's the next break in the storm?" he asked.

"36 hours," came the answer.

"Shit!" Wilmington cried.

"Excuse me sir?" asked the confused transporter chief.

"Bridge out!" Wilmington snarled as he hit the button.

"We got troubles," Sanchez began.

"Tell me something I don't already know," Wilmington said.

"You don't understand," Sanchez explained. "Vin doesn't have 36 hours."

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Chris watched frustrated as Vin prowled the small confines of the shuttle. The Vulcan was beginning to sweat and his breathing was getting faster. Every once in awhile, he would stop pacing and look at Chris. Chris would be caught in those blue eyes and he would see anger, fear, pain, and confusion. He was amazed at the number of emotions that could been seen in his eyes. Chris didn't know what to do for the navigator. He was completely at a loss to help him. Yeah, he could run a galaxy class starship, but when it came to helping one of his crew he was useless.

Vin had been sitting quietly, rocking back and forth across from him, when he suddenly jumped up and began to punch one of the consoles. Chris reacted before he thought and grabbed the smaller man around the waist and pulled him away. If Vin had wanted, he could have shoved the Captain across the room. All he did was sag in his grip and let himself be held.

"Easy Vin," Chris said holding the unresisting Vulcan. "Let's have a seat."

Chris led him across the way and sat him on the floor. Vin slumped down and was quiet. Chris got some water form the survival kit and handed it to him. Vin took the cup and had a drink. Chris sat next to him.

"I can't take much more Chris," Vin said. "Everything's starting to hurt."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked.

"Feels like my bones are pulling apart. My skin is so sensitive I can't take the feel of my uniform."

"Why don't you try to sleep," he suggested. "We'll think of something."

Chris watched as he lay on his side and curled into a tight ball. He was surprised to see him fall asleep. Chris looked at the timekeeper. They had been planetside twelve hours. Chris decided to get some sleep also. There was no telling when he would have another opportunity. He was awakened from a sound sleep to Vin screaming. When he opened his eyes he saw that Vin had ripped off his uniform and had on his black t-shirt and briefs. Chris also noticed the sharp piece of metal Vin's was about to slice his wrists with. Chris lunged for him and tackled him to the floor. The metal went flying across the shuttle and Vin lay beneath him panting.

"Please Chris, kill me," Vin begged.

"Shhh... everything will be alright," Chris said, stroking his hair.

He felt Vin shudder than relax from his touch. Vin closed his eyes and sighed. Chris held him and suddenly he knew how to help him. He couldn't kill Vin. It would be like killing a part of him. The two of them had a connection that couldn't be explained. They always seemed to know what the other one was thinking. Chris looked down to see Vin staring at him. Suddenly Vin threw him to his back and ripped off his uniform. Chris wasn't expecting him to do that and he hit his head on the floor and cringed. When Vin realized what he had done he screamed and backed away to the corner. Chris got up and approached him.

"It's OK Vin," Chris said. "I know how to help you."

"I can't!!" Vin cried. "I don't want to hurt you. I can't control myself."

"I know," Chris said. "You'll just have to try. It's the only way."

Chris leaned towards him and kissed him on the mouth. Vin tried to pull away but Chris wouldn't let him. Suddenly Vin threw his arms around his neck and held on like he was drowning. He also returned the kiss plunging his tongue deep inside Chris's mouth. He grabbed the front of Chris T-shirt and easily ripped it off him. He then ripped off his own. Chris knew the first time was going to be quick and furious. Vin's animal instincts were starting to take over and Chris knew he wouldn't be able to help it. Chris pulled away from the kiss and grabbed Vin's face.

"VIN! VIN!" he called. "Listen to me! We're gong to need a few things."

Chris watched as sanity came back into Vin's eyes and he nodded. He knew this was Vin's first time so he went to the replicator and explained what he wanted. The items materialized in the opening and Chris picked them up. Vin was watching every move as Chris walked back over to him. Chris noticed he had a death grip on his own arms to the point where his fingernails were drawing blood. Chris put the items on the floor and grabbed Vin's hands and pulled him into an embrace. Chris began kissing his neck and running his hands along his arms. He could feel Vin's taught muscles spasm as he tried to control his considerable strength. Chris was a little more prepared when Vin threw him to his back and lay over him. Vin started kissing him harder. Plunging his tongue deep inside his mouth. His hands were every where, running over his body frantically. Vin ripped off his underwear and Chris could see his engorged cock. Chris knew Vin couldn't control his body, that the Pon Far had him in its grip. Chris grabbed the jar of oil and poured some in his hands. He grabbed Vin's cock and spread it over the engorged member. Vin cried out from the contact of Chris's hands. Chris could feel his own cock getting hard and he pushed off his briefs. Chris poured more oil on his hand spreading some around his opening. He knew Vin wouldn't be able to wait much longer. Suddenly he felt Vin's stiffened shaft enter his body. Chris knew Vin wanted to plunge his cock in as hard as he could and he slapped his face.

"Listen to me Vin!" Chris cried. "Control yourself. If you don't, this is going to hurt both of us!"

Vin looked in his eyes and Chris could see tears on his lashes. He knew then that it was taking all of Vin's strength to be gentle. Chris helped him along by pushing against him. Vin slowly pushed himself into Chris trying so hard not to loose control. His body wanted to plunge into him to release all the pain that was building up. Chris could feel him push all the way in then he lost control. Vin started pumping his hips hard into Chris. Chris cried out but the sensation wasn't unpleasant. Chris knew he would have to give his own cock relief since Vin was completely lost. He grabbed it with both hands and started to rub it hard. He tried to match Vin's pace but it was no use. Vin continued to pull his cock out and push it hard into him. Suddenly Chris could feel Vin shudder and felt him release his seed inside him. Vin screamed and plunged his cock hard inside Chris. A few more practiced strokes had Chris's juices spraying them both. Chris could feel Vin's cock go slack inside him. Vin pulled it out and curled in a ball away from Chris. Chris lay panting beside the navigator. He had never felt anything like that before. It had been incredible. He pushed up to his elbows and grabbed the towel he replicated and wiped himself down. He pushed his briefs off the rest of the way and moved over to Vin. He went to touch Vin and he pulled away.

"It's all right Vin," he said, stroking his hair.

"There was no pleasure in that," he said.

"No?" Chris asked. "I thought it was just fine."

"How can you say that?" Vin asked rolling on his back to look at him. "I was like some damned animal!"

"Yes, but it wasn't your fault," Chris said as he wiped Vin down. "The Pon Far had you in its grip. It had to be done."

"I never knew," Vin said with a sigh. "I just figured Vulcans were like humans. That it was done for pleasure."

"Would you like me to show you how humans do it?" Chris asked.

Vin looked at him with those baby blues and nodded. Chris lay over him and began by kissing the tips of his pointy Vulcan ears. Vin moaned and Chris laughed. He trailed kisses down along his neck until he got to the nape of his neck and sucked on what he hoped was a sensitive spot to Vulcans. He was satisfied when Vin gasped. So we're not so different after all thought Chris. He continued to run his tongue and suck along Vin's neck and shoulders. He then moved to behind his ear and kissed along his jaw. While he was kissing him he was running his hands over his chest and abdomen. He avoided his right side because of his bruised ribs. Chris moved the kisses to Vin's mouth and he teasingly pushed his tongue inside and pulled it out. Vin pushed his tongue inside his mouth and let it explore. Chris continued to stroke Vin's chest until he came to the nipple. He took the little nub between his fingers and squeezed it gently. Vin gasped and Chris plunged his tongue deep in his mouth. Vin began to run his hands up and down his back and over his chest caressing his nipples. Chris left off kissing his mouth and started on his nipples. He twirled his tongue around them, then gently sucked and nipped them. He then moved down to his navel circling it with his tongue then sucking on it. He could feel Vin shudder then buck when he plunged his tongue inside. Chris sat on his knees between Vin's legs and continued to tease the Vulcan. He could feel his cock getting hard. When he looked at Vin he could see his shaft was hard also. He continued to kiss and suck at Vin's nipples and his navel. Vin touched Chris's head and began a mind meld. He wanted Chris to know how much this was pleasing him. Chris gasped when he realized what Vin was doing. The feeling of his mind in his was an incredible aphrodisiac. Chris grabbed the bottle of oil and poured some on his hand and fingers. He then trailed his hands along Vin's thighs to his opening. He knew Vin would be tight and he didn't want to hurt him. No that much could hurt a Vulcan. Chris slowly pushed one of his fingers inside him and Vin moaned. When Chris felt him relax he slowly twisted and turned the finger in him and pulled it out and inserted a second. Vin jumped and Chris bent over and kissed him. He plunged his tongue inside Vin's mouth and kissed him passionately. Chris could feel his cock getting harder. It wanted to be inside the smaller man so bad. Chris stayed in control, giving Vin all the pleasure he could. As Chris was kissing him he added a third finger to the opening and began a slow rhythm of pulling in and pushing out. He felt Vin push against him and he plunged his fingers deep, looking for a particular spot.

"Oh shit!!!!" Vin yelled and Chris knew he found it because of the mind meld.

Chris almost passed out from the pleasure he felt from the mind meld. Vin screamed his pleasure. Chris laughed at the outburst. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them deep again and Chris felt Vin's hips jerk against him. He removed his fingers and wiped them on the towel. He poured more oil in his hand and spread some on his engorged cock. The small touch caused him to get harder, if that was possible. He guided his shaft to the place it desired and he slowly pushed it inside. He heard Vin gasp and felt him push against him.

"Please, Chris, it's starting to hurt," he gasped.

Chris could feel tha,t and poured more oil on his hands and then grabbed Vin stiff cock. Vin growled deep in his throat as Chris began to rub his shaft and pull his cock out of him. Chris started in a slow pattern and increased as he felt Vin begin to shudder. He was pumping hard and stroking Vin's cock when he bucked hard against Chris spraying him with his seed. Chris plunged deep inside him and released his orgasm inside the Vulcan. Chris pulled out of Vin and lay next to him. Vin was trying to catch his breath but was having trouble. Chris looked down at him and saw him holding his bruised ribs tightly.

"Hold on a minute," Chris said and reached for the med kit.

He grabbed a hypospray and placed it behind Vin's ear and hit the button. Almost instantly, he was breathing easier. He watched as Vin took a deep breath and relaxed. Chris grabbed the towel and wiped them both off. He lay on Vin's right and pulled him into an embrace.

"Thanks Chris," he said with a smile.

"It was my pleasure," He winked.

"I bet," Vin said and snuggled closer.

Chris stroked his hair and tucked it behind his ear. He ran his fingers over the points of his ears and down along his neck. Chris felt him take another deep breath and drop off to sleep. They lay naked on the floor of the shuttle and Chris kicked himself for not replicating a blanket. He pulled Vin closer and slowly drifted off to sleep. A few hours later he heard his name being called.

"Captain Larabee, this is the Maverick. Do you read us?"

Chris opened his eyes and looked around for his uniform. Vin had ripped it off and thrown it across the shuttle. He moved away from him and grabbed his communicator.

"Larabee here."

"It's good to.voitain."

"Maverick your breaking up come in."

"Stormend 2hours. Will.up.do you.us"

"I read you Maverick. Beam up in 2 hours."

Chris looked over at Vin and saw he was still asleep. He left him there and went over to the replicator and ordered up two Starfeet uniforms. The familiar whine could be heard and the uniforms materialized before him. He changed into his then turned back to the replicator and ordered up two Racktaginos. Chris knew Vin was fond of the strong Klingon form of coffee. He walked over to him and Vin opened his eyes. Chris handed him the mug and Vin smiled as he took a sip.

"That's good."

They finished their coffee and Chris watched as he got dressed. He had a little trouble getting his right arm in the sleeve because of the bruised ribs, so Chris gave him a hand.

"Do the others know about this PonFar?" Vin asked.

"They know."

"Well, now I don't have to worry about Buck trying to fix me up with any more women," Vin said with a smile.

Chris laughed and they waited for the Maverick to beam them up.

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Two hours later they were standing on the familiar platform of the Maverick's transporter pad. The others were all there to greet them. Vin noticed they all looked relieved to see him alive. They didn't say anything about it, but Vin knew Buck was dying to ask. He just gave him a look and raised one slanted eyebrow at him.

"Are you OK?" Nathan asked.

"Vin bruised a few ribs when he crashed the shuttle," Chris said.

"Come on, let's get you down to sick bay," Jackson said and took his arm.

Tanner didn't protest and went with the doctor. The others looked at Larabee. Sanchez smiled and clapped Chris on the shoulder. Chris saw Wilmington hand Standish two bars of gold press latinum. Standish smiled at the Captain and saluted him with two fingers to his forehead and headed out the door. Larabee looked at Ensign Dunne and saw him blush. He went out the door and headed for his cabin.

Wilmington threw his arm around his shoulders and asked, "So how was the elf?"

THE END

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