Another Confrontation in the Brig

[mirroredcommand]

The worst part of the time in the brig was the boredom. Normally he was a very, very busy man. He worked with the science division of his crew quite strongly when it was needed, in particular Spock on the replication of the alien technology that was the source of power for his gloves. They had many plans for it, in particular for the Enterprise herself.

Now he was alone, or possibly only mostly alone depending on who else was in the brig. Without the First Officer that was the single person he trusted in any universe. Briefly, he entertained the thought of Spock attempting to come through the barrier between universes to find him, but would not push the strength of their trust that far. But... perhaps.

For now... he could wait.

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The half-Vulcan (though the other half, the human half, the merciful half, was being suffocated with each passing moment) knelt closer, lowering his lips to the wound, and a hot tongue darted out to lick the blood from his skin.

His andrenaline was rushing as hot as it could through his body and the blood-fever Spock was feeding into him and making it even worse. He turned, just barely, and brought his other hand up to his bleeding arm. His fingertip swirled in the dripping crimson, and carefully drew out what would be a familiar marking to them both on Spock's cheek. A straight line, a curved one, and an angular one that made almost an R without any of its parts touching, then a cresent shape around the deranged R. Christopher Richard Pike, the initials, done in a cattle-brand style.

"Take care of him." In a deceptively calm tone.

Spock exhaled again, with that same low growl. He withdrew from Pike, standing and walking over to the temporarily unconscious body on the ground.

When the assassin finally woke up, Spock ensured that he would not have to chase his prey around the room; two tibias broke cleanly under his heel. Then he reached down, grabbed between the shoulder and the elbow, and a clean snap echoed throughout the room.

It took less then twenty bones for the man to finally stop screaming.

It would take more then twenty hours for the man to finally die, staked up against the door as a warning against future assassins.

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Spock has attained a new and better understanding of the pleasures of... ownership. And of being claimed in return.

He was not unaffected by the scene, though the violence pained him. In their universe of savagery it was, it would seem, the most logical path. And the two shared a savage passion to match their universe. Intriguing.

Monsters are not made monsters through lack of emotion, Pike. But perhaps through surplus of them.

Spock had what he needed to know and yet he was reluctant to leave this memory. This Spock was another option, another path he could have chosen and yet did not walk down, this Spock under the heavy hand of his Pike, on-guard and murderous, governed by logic and by this man. Spock's own Pike was not cruel yet Spock had seen glimpses....

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Slowly Pike was drawing Spock elsewhere, somewhere deeper into into his mind, along a smaller, darker corridor. I'm not a monster, despite what your logic of this universe declares. Ruthless, powerful, commanding, and determined, yes. I've lived longer then any captain in history. I want to return to my ship, my universe...

They stopped, and it was like a door being opened.

My Spock.

It was an aching, deep pain at his center, surprisingly well hidden from the outside. To Spock... it was obvious what it was, now that the Vulcan had it.

A bond. Pike was bonded.

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Pike was bonded.

The pain of McCoy's absence, the memory of it rushes to the forefront of Spock's mind. He had collapsed from it, even with the support of the bond with Jim and the bond had still been nascent, glistening. The bond Pike shared with his Spock was mature and vital, the lack of it - the wrench of it across dimensions - would have torn a lesser mind to tatters.

Pike was bonded.

He will find a way to come for you.

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If he can, he will. If not, I'll learn. You know the reason why I didn't kill Spock when I had my chance, or use him to escape. You, or him, or the Eldest... the bond aches when you're close. This is something no one else knows, but you asked the extent of our relationship. This is why I trust him with my life.

Unless there is anything else, be gone from here.

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Spock's hand drops. They are so close.

Now that he knows the hiding place Pike keeps in his mind, Spock can feel the ache of the bond through him. A resonance, then. Similar to what he shares with the James and Bones of this world. Fascinating.

He leans in, closes the slight gap, and slants a very human kiss, all teeth and tongue across Pike's mouth.

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Three things happened instinctively. The first was returning the kiss, powerful and strong in it, biting sharply on the lower lip. The second was the hand that came up and cupped the back of Spock's skull. The third was the lacing of their hands together in a completely Vulcan way, something he must have picked up from his own Spock.

The pain Spock had felt was nearly missing, but now that he knew it was there, it could be barely felt. A mere twinkle in the far distance. For a human, Pike's shielding was very impressive, but not impossible.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Pike hid himself away, his skill impressive. Yet the humans of Spock's acquaintance were more than the mind-blind species they were described to be. So perhaps the skill was not surprising.

The hand on the back of his head was not threatening and the hand twined with his was strong, sure, and full of dark energy. Spock continued the kiss, biting back at the chance, teeth bruising lips, sucking on Pike's tongue in his mouth.

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Pike was not gentle or caring in the sense that most people from this verse would have understood. The kiss echoed back everything Spock put into it: each bite until lips bled, the taste of blood in their mouths, the taste of each other.

He had Spock. He could have attacked, killed, disabled... but did none of the things. For a man that was supposedly a monster, his touches were almost affectionate.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Human blood in his mouth and the taste echoed through him, struck against something until he rang like a bell from the resonance of the bond.

Spock pulled away from the kiss slowly, a final bit to the strong jaw. He met Pike's clear gaze.

He was easy under Pike's hands. Not prey but not the predator that Pike was, bond or no bond. A balance between them.

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"...The pinch won't keep the guards down for much longer. You'll need to leave now to avoid getting caught." Pike rumbled low in his voice, meeting Spock's eyes. The tiny spark of pain flickered for a moment, then returned to its intensity again.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

"That was... convenience. I have no intention of deceiving anyone regarding this encounter."

He moves out from under Pike's hand and out of the cell but pauses before reinstating the barrier.

"I will... speak to Captain Kirk."

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Their eyes held steady.

"...and I'll be here, waiting."

Pike sat down on the bed, and for just a moment, the proud lion stance that he has retained since coming to this verse falters. Seen in the tightening of his fists, the dropping of his head, the tight squeeze of his eyes.

Then, as quick as it came, it was gone. He laid out, not looking at Spock again.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock spares one more glance for this Pike as the barrier goes back up. His exit is as easy as his entrance had been.