A PON FARR WELL SPENT
Title: A Pon Farr Well Spent
Author:Starshadow
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: ViaParaBorg owns the characters. I don't. I own some art
materials and a computer with pieces all over the kitchen table. No one
is making money off this. In case of glass, break fire.
Not suitable for small children, pets or faint-of-heart
neocons. Contains poetic but graphic descriptions of queer sex and
Vulcans in Pon Farr,
which is heat. Don't read if it gives you the wrong kinds of heart
palpitations.
Beta: Tony Pearson. All mistakes mine, though.
Art copyright 2006 Starshadow Productions, Ltd. (please do not reproduce without permission)
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Flame. It consumes my mind, once so ordered. Bright it burns, and hot,
and it sweeps logic aside like so many sparks, scattered on the hot
winds.
I Burn. Where is my Beloved? Where my Bright One? I cry out, bereft, as
the scorching flames sear my bones to ash, then temper them anew, to be
seared again.
I hear the tinkling of the marriage bells, I hear the gong. The
marriage feast is laid before me. My Beloved opens to me and my fingers
caress the cool flesh and I lie within his embrace. //Here, love,
I am here.// The golden chain of his thoughts touch my own, and
my mouth envelopes his and I drink deep of the moisture therein. Ah,
Beloved! I thirst for thee, I hunger for thee.
My beloved's golden eyes transfix me, and he is my world, my sun, and I
his willing satellite. Growling, I push my body to his, my surging
flesh meeting his own and together we strain, reaching for the stars.
His fingers find the twin spheres in their hollows near my spine, and
his touch makes their hardness writhe. I cry out, a wordless plea. My
once soft and pliable flesh is steel which longs to find its sheath,
and again, he offers himself to me, parting his thighs and rolling up
to meet my thrust with his own. My burgeoning shaft finds its sweet
home, so tight, so cool against my heat. Rubies spill from
him--bending, I lick the drops as he gives himself to me anew, bright
jewels that are his essence. I taste the tang of iron and he lifts
again, impaling himself over and over, and the slap of flesh on flesh
resounds with my heartbeat's rapid buzz, and matches it to his own,
slower pace.
We soar, we fly, then we freefall together as my seed spills from me,
joins with his own. My flesh, unassuaged, desires more, so we meet, he
and I, again and again, our animal lusts drowning each the other's. I
feel his thoughts again //So hot// and again we meet. I feel no hint of
pain, simply his opening to my Need and his joy in my fierce desire.
Ah! I am vanquished at last, and finally lie quiet in the circle of his
arms, trembling like the v'deh'kash'ta leaves before they fall from the vines.
We slumber for a time, then I feel the volcano begin to erupt anew, and
he is there in my mind with me, again. Together we are Jim, we are
Spock, we are One, T'hy'laen, and we are the magma, fierce, blood
emerald and ruby bright, as we roil and quake and finally erupt again,
over and over, our mouths both feel nipples/cocks/tightness of
thigh/smoothness of skin, kisses rain on mouths and ears and necks, I
feel the curve of my ear from his tongue as he feels how my teeth graze
the
nipples on his chest. I/We taste copper/cinnabar/iron/evergreen
cool heat and warm ice ocean and sandstorm. Whose cock is in whose hand
or whose ring of flesh neither of us can tell anymore, it is all
sensation and all love and all desire, we Burn, together, and yet we
are not consumed.
And finally, days later,sanity glimmers around the corners of my mind
and I rest within your embrace and you radiate love to me. My Bright
One. With returning sanity, contrition. Instantly you reflect
back.//No, love. Feel what I feel// Hesitantly, with wonder, I touch
the gift that you show me, and I know I will not have to fear my Time
ever again.
For finally, I know that whatever happens in my life, even if I someday
must relinquish this precious gift that is my t'hy'la, I will never be
alone again.
For I have been loved.