Bonds Know No Distance

[mirroredcommand]

The night was dark and deep and long in space, never ending, without a dawn to break the line between waking and sleep, day and night, beginning and end. It made existence endless, broken only by the silent running of the clocks on the wall, the movements of work, food, and sleep. Without these things, without the sureness of a schedule, time became meaningless. Even the stars could not keep him company.

So after Kirk came and 'visited', time resumed its endless patterns, moving on and on without pause or break or concept. For a man used to near-constant action, it was a form of torture more exquisite then any bit of pain or distress. More then anything, it was a torture that gave him nothing to focus his mind on anything but the swelling pain of the broken bond. It was swiftly becoming over whelming, completely and utterly. There was nothing left to keep the pain away, and with his shields designed only to block out Spock's light intrusions instead of a full on force, they were failing after being buffeted for so long. In short, he was going mad.

His expression showed little of the internal war except for the strong brow being furrowed and the age-lines at the edges of the eyes and corners of the mouth looking thicker. It was his hands that gave him away, gripping fiercely into the fabric of the bed he was reclining on. A headache was throbbing behind his eyes in time with his heart, a thick red-hot band of light that was searing like a knife into his mind. Deeper, deeper with every beat of his heart.

Every part of him was focused on maintaining the failing shields, rebuilding them as Spock had taught him those years ago. He had survived torture from Vulcans who knew precisely what to do in the mind, but could not stop this. This bond that had been forced onto him but in the end welcomed, this bond that had saved his life many times in the past, that had saved the life of his first officer and friend, this bond that had been a respite from a world where one could never relax... this bond was killing him. It would destroy him as surely as any blade to the heart.

SPOCK!

Never screamed aloud, never aloud. Instead, strong white teeth bit firmly into his lip, hard enough to send a trickle of crimson along his chin, down to his jawline. The pain, the strain, had been steadily increasing since James Kirk's visit to his cell, as if the reminder of the bond and speaking of it had started a chain reaction. He had long since started to keep his eyes closed [was it hours? minutes? weeks? centuries?] because at least this way the room would not spin. He was starting to feel that same spinning in his mind, making his world wobble like a child's toy.

It seemed hours passed this way. A day? Perhaps. He vaguely heard someone calling him, but did not dare respond. Still trapped in the arms of the enemy, he could not let a weakness be seen. The smell of food made his stomach swell and gurgle, but not from hunger. It felt like his entire body needed one thing it could not have. [a universe away]

He did not feel when he stood, instead he felt the world sway, go sideways. Could not feel the floor beneath his feet, the slap of his hand against the wall in an instinctual attempt to keep himself upright. Did not feel when the world tuned him out, blew him out like a light bulb, did not feel when the pain consumed him and his shields finally fell, did not feel when he hit the ground.

The darkness had claimed him instead.

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Yours as well, Spock. We will be together.

There, only there, did Pike slowly kneel down and pull his mate into another kiss. It was something needed, as badly as he needed to breath, something Spock alone would know.

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It is like air to him, this touch, this belonging. All his suffocating violence snuffed out as he shuffled forward, as close as possible, to press his body tightly against Christopher, as though he would climb into him - as though he were not already in the most intimate spaces of Christopher's mind.

I will not let them keep you from me.

They did not hurt Christopher, they did not even try to prevent Spock from coming for him - it was not logical to think they would attempt to separate Spock and his mate. But there was a knee-jerk fear in him now and it would require time to soothe.

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Nothing can separate us, not even the universes. Or so it seemed. He slid his hands along Spock's face, feeling the scruff against his palms. The familiar feeling of Spock's strong body against his was a balm on every bit of ache that had been happening for almost a month now. It took a near death to understand it, to feel it.

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I will always come for you.

In any sense, in every sense. Spock has been Christopher's creature for years but now that is more true than ever before. He would destroy universes for this man.

Spock rubbed his body against Christopher, pushed his face closer to Christopher's neck to take in the familiar human scent.

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There was no doubt that it was the same in reverse. He bore the scars of what he would do to keep Spock safe. He held Spock close, fingers digging into the crop of dark strands and holding fiercely. The scent of spice and heat and blood that was unique to his own Vulcan alone.

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Precise Spock, with all of his punctuality, did not notice how much time passed, the two of them pressed close. The bond wound around them both, licking at them with the fire of it, but not burning.

There was no way to know how much time was passing outside of the meld but Spock was more concerned with lifting his head, blinking dark eyes, and finding Christopher's mouth for another kiss.

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There was, at least for the moment, no reason to care about that. Time meant nothing in this place, or at least next to nothing. Instead, he remembered the taste of his mate, learned it all over again.

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Human mouth, lips that were softer, more generous than the Enterprise bridge crew would know - all they saw was the hard line of Christopher's commanding mouth, never this mouth, his tasting, kissing, teasing mouth.

The bridge crew would also be shocked, no matter how much they whispered to themselves about the Captain's Pet Vulcan, to see eagerness from Spock. His hands crept up until one of them was buried in Christopher's hair and the other, even in this mental place, sought skin, the skin of Christopher's back, under his shirt.

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Pike wanted no one else to know, ever. He wanted his Vulcan to be his alone, to come to his call alone, to act like this under no one else's eyes. Just his, his hand, his eyes, his mouth.

So warm. He pressed in just that much closer, remembering the warmth that had been curled up against his side for so long.

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He belonged only to Christopher. His classmates had been afraid, heaping abuse on him in the form of verbal insults and conspiracy to ruin him - but no one had touched him.

That first time, on the bridge of the Enterprise. He could have destroyed Christopher's mind then. But the sheer novelty of feeling another person's skin against his own, combined with the fascination he already felt for his captain, had been enough to hold him back.

As their relationship progressed, the encounters had increased in frequency, in pleasure, until Spock had been thoroughly tied to his captain even before the pon farr.

He belonged only to Christopher.

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He had chosen Spock to be on his ship, hand chosen in a different way then the rest of his crew. He had seen that proud spirit and needed to crack it without breaking it. So he had taken Spock over the console on the bridge, under the eyes of the rest of the crew, to put Spock in his place.

Circumstances had changed things. Fate had decided to step in and set things the way it wanted. He had stopped taking any others for his pleasure, thought he stilled used the same method to break some people new to his ship.

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Christopher took others - Spock had seen it. And when they returned to their quarters, he left whatever mark he dared on Pike to re-establish his claim. It was necessary, it was politics, it was dominance - but it was nothing like what they shared and that was usually enough.

Usually. There were several Enterprise crewmembers who could attest to the first officer's occasional foul mood and fondness for the agonizer booth.

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Pike had allowed it, those markings and the rare bit of dominance. Those few times he had allowed Spock to take him, to slide deep into his body with hot fingers and hotter flesh below. It was very rare, but... accepted, sometimes.

Mine.

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Only yours.

Spock gasped into Christopher's mouth, drags his mouth to Christopher's jaw, his neck, all of Spock's favorite places to lick and suck and mark.

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Pike allowed this, almost pleased about it, tilting his head to allow for Spock's mouth to move further along. He brought a hand up to his mouth, Spock's left, so that he could mouth across the brand.

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The hot human mouth on the tender skin of his wrist wrings a helpless moan from Spock. He is weak at the feel of Christopher's teeth.

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I'll have you here if we aren't careful. Said with complete amusement.

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Spock's eyes are languid pools of heat when he looks at Christopher.

You may have me anywhere you wish.

He nips at Christopher's ear.

Your body is stressed, however, and I would not wish to overtax you. Yet.

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You are tempting me... but for now, we'll stop with this. Pike growled so quietly, a smirk on his lips.

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A quiet whine of disappointment escapes, just for Christopher's ears, but Spock licks across Christopher's smirk and helps his mate to stand. He cannot quite give up the contact between them but he does step back to give Christopher more space.

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We're going to have to break this meld at some point. But it sounded like the very last thing he wanted. The bond required contact, needed that contact to repair itself.

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I will not leave you alone. They could remain in close contact, but Spock anticipated a time for privacy, for just the two of them.

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You had better not. Pike took one last kiss before saying quietly, End the meld.

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A last hot promise is pressed from Spock's mouth to Christopher's. And then Spock is sliding out of the meld, back into himself, making sure that Christopher is still intact, in all of his familiar mental spaces.

The sickbay is very bright when Spock straightens his posture and looks around.

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Pike's eyes opened slowly, and he hissed with the brilliant light before attempting to sit up. Which, it seemed, was a poor idea as his head immediately swam violently. He let out a breath and remained prone, eyes squeezing shut against the light.