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The senior officers were gathered at the diplomatic dinner on the planet surface. This new species was interested in joining the Federation, so Jim, Spock, McCoy and Scotty had beamed down and were talking up the leaders. It wasn’t until they got back to the ship that they realized something in the food was having a strange effect on them. Well, everyone but Spock. It was Spock that first realized something might be wrong.
Things had seemed normal enough. After they returned to the ship, they’d returned to their quarters. Jim had pinned him against the door as soon as they were inside, and had begun rubbing himself against Spock, who could feel he was already hard. However, when Jim was hard again and begging to have sex for the fourth time that night, it was then that he sought out Doctor McCoy.
He approached the Doctor’s private quarters and requested entry. It was Chekov who opened the door. He was wearing only his briefs. His pale skin was flushed and covered in red marks and hickies. Despite the fact Spock was his superior officer and it was probably not appropriate to be answering the door in his current state, Chekov didn’t try to cover himself, “Mister Spock, how can I help you?”
“I came to inquire after Doctor McCoy,” he said, “I believe something the Captain came in contact with on the planet surface is causing an adverse reaction.”
Chekov’s eyes widened, “He is acting strange as well? Len has been…” He trailed off.
“I believe it may be affecting the libido of the human members it came in contact with,” Spock said.
“I see,” Chekov said, “Perhaps we should take them to the Medical Bay and get them checked out.”
“Very well,” Spock said, “I will retrieve Jim and meet you there in approximately 15 minutes.”
“Alright,” he said, “Ah! Wait, what about Mister Scott? He was in the away party too, right?”
“Yes, once we’ve gotten Jim and Dr. McCoy to medical, then we can ascertain Mister Scott’s location and bring him there as well.”
“Okay, see you 15 then,” Chekov said.
Pavel closed the door and went back into the bedroom where Len was lying naked on the bed. He was stiff already and jerking himself off to the music that was playing softly in the background. Crossing to the controls, Pavel turned the music off and the lights up. Len flinched at the sudden light, “What the hell, Pasha?”
“You are not well,” Pavel said, “Mister Spock believes it is something you and the Captain came in contact with on the planet. I am taking you to the Med Bay.”
“Yeah? And who’s going to check us out, huh? Me?” Len said, grinning and giving himself a tug.
“Nurse Chapel can help,” Pavel said, gathering Len’s clothes.
Len stopped him, coming up behind him and rubbing against him, “The only one that can help me with this is you, Pasha.”
“Len,” Pavel turned, and could feel the heat of tears in his eyes. Those seemed to get Len’s attention, so he continued, “I’m sorry, but I cannot do this again. Please, come to the Medical Bay with me.”
He nodded, “Alright, Pasha, but let’s hurry up before I change my mind again. I’m starting to agree, something’s really wrong. All I can think of is getting you back in bed as soon as possible.”
Pavel swallowed and gathered clothes faster.
“Jim, this is highly inappropriate,” Spock said, “We are in the corridor, anyone could see us.”
“Yeah, it’s hot, isn’t it,” Jim said.
Spock almost sighed, but restrained himself, “The only thing that is hot is you.”
Jim paused for a moment, then continued to bite and lick at Spock ear, “I know, I’m great, but don’t sell yourself short, you’re sexy, too.”
“I was referring to your body temperature, Captain,” Spock said.
Jim groaned, “Turns me on when you call me Captain like that,” he mumbled.
“I refer to you as Captain every day we are on the bridge.”
“Oh, Spock, let’s go have sex on the bridge! You can call me Captain some more…”