Title: Dependency: Progeny

Summary: Melding with the Indyrin has left McCoy changed, and he's suddenly gaining the attention of all kinds of people. It's up to Spock and Kirk to keep him safe. Spones. Follows Dependency: Missive.

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic sexual encounters between two men, almost non-con, off screen torture, and more! (A/N: Not all warnings are listed in order to preserve the plot).

Disclaimer: If you recognize it from somewhere other than my series, it's not mine.

Important Highlights:

Previously, Spock and McCoy were forced into a situation where linking their minds in a formal marriage bond became necessary. After agonizing over their situation for some time, McCoy came to the conclusion that they're both in love with each other and they pursue a real relationship. While on a mission, McCoy found a seed to an extremely powerful telepathic race called the Indyrin. The Indyrin feed off emotions and nearly became extinct from a lack of food sources. McCoy was able to fuse with the Indyrin seed to create a new Indyrin on a Romulan ship, using this strong ally to disable the entire fleet and prevent the Romulans from conquering them. Serin, an old Vulcan acquaintance, joins with the Indyrin, thus enabling McCoy to be separated.

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McCoy woke with a startled gasp, sitting up in bed on autopilot.

"Leonard?"

McCoy glanced down with a soft smile despite his trembling. It was impossible not to wake Spock up when the bed was barely large enough for them both and Spock was such a light sleeper. "Go back to sleep, Spock. It was just a dream."

"The same one?" Spock sat up as well, resting a hand on the doctor's arm.

McCoy nodded. He could still feel it freshly in his mind. He was trapped inside the Indyrin, pounding against a strangely translucent trunk as Spock walked away from him on the outside, oblivious to his presence. He'd turn around and Serin would be there telling him that they belonged together. Serin would kiss him softly as the Indyrin wound its way around his legs and arms so he couldn't move at all. He felt trapped, claustrophobic in a way he'd never experienced before.

A voice sounded with a softness like the rustling of curtains against an open window. "McCoy."

"Did you hear that?" McCoy's heart sped up.

Spock raised an eyebrow. "I heard nothing abnormal."

"McCoy."

"There it is again."

"Leonard, I believe you may be experiencing stress induced symptoms related to your consistently poor sleep."

McCoy gave him a scowl. "I am not hearing things!"

"McCoy."

"Apparently, you are."

"McCoy."

"The likelihood that you would hear something that I could not is very minute given that my auditory perception is greater than yours."

McCoy crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not going crazy."

"I had not intended to imply that you were." Spock consoled. "I'm merely pointing out that there must be another logical explanation for these events."

"McCoy."

"I know that voice." McCoy licked his lips as he tried place where he'd heard it before. The inflection was completely wrong, which is why he didn't recognize it before, but it was definitely a voice he knew. "It's Serin."

McCoy knew that Spock's eyebrow had flown up even without looking at him. "Serin is on a planet several solar systems away."

"Inside of a- what'd you call it? - a telepathic being of the highest order."

"Ah." Spock conceded. "Perhaps you should attempt to communicate with him."

"I already know what he wants." Spock's fingers tightened on his shoulder and McCoy leaned into the touch. "He wants me to return to him and stay with the Indyrin."

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