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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[iron-command.livejournal.com]

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.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

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.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

"...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."

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

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.