Bonds Know No Distance

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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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Of course Spock would join him. Any significant distance between them was, at this moment, unacceptable.

He would never adjust to so much water, used in such a frivolous fashion. But it was not unpleasant.

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Pike immediately let his hands communicate his desire to relearn his bond mate's body as he spoke in a much calmer fashion, "My ship. What's happening over there?" His eyes glittered, water trickling along his cheeks.

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If he concentrated on Christopher's touch, he would not be able to efficiently communicate ship's business. He found a bar of old fashioned soap and lathered it, used it to wash Christopher's chest.

"The nanoprobes were successfully used to bond the ship to your direction. They will also respond to my command."

That was the most significant advance; even Spock could not control Christopher's gloves.

"Kirk is still in the brig. He is in... perfect health, for the moment. The psychological impact of torturing others in his hearing has been satisfying. Sulu has positioned himself, in your abesnce, to make an attempt at taking over. Rather than kill him preemptively, I have left him with the conn to see what he puts in motion. I do not fear him."

He moved on to wash Christopher's shoulders and arms.

"The console in transporter bay 3 must be completely replaced."

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The rest did not surprise him, but the last did. It made him smirk, allowing Spock to wash him. Spock had his own ways of showing his affection. "Did you have a bit of a temper?" Amusement filtered through almost a patronizing tone, but he did not blame Spock in the least. He would have done something similar, probably to one of the crew.

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The slight green flush spread from his collarbones to the tips of his ears. It had been a regrettable lapse.

Spock knelt to continue the bathing.

"Your absence was exceedingly unpleasant. I believe the crew will be... relieved upon your return."

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"You've been keeping them in line, then?" Pike reached up so that he could slowly finger each of those green-tinted ears. "I'm pleased to hear it." The smirk stayed on his lips.

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Spock finished washing Christopher's legs and stayed where he was, to keep Christopher's hands there on his sensitive ears.

"There were a few incidents immediately after your disappearance. I believe, however, that they each possess a healthy instinct for self-preservation."

He looked up through spiky wet lashes.

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"If they didn't, they wouldn't be alive to be on my ship." Pike murmured, but one of his hands slid back into Spock's hair, gripping the slick strands. Without needing to utter a word, he urged Spock's mouth up just in front of his thighs, raising a single brow. A command, a demand, a question all rolled into one.

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Spock closed his eyes and moved closer, content to rely on touch, to revel in touch for this task.

"A month is too long without you."

It was a whisper against Christopher's thigh and then Spock moved to reacquaint himself with his lover's cock, the water hot around them, almost as hot as the Vulcan's mouth as he sucked the head of Christopher's burgeoning erection into his mouth.

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"Too long." Pike agreed, staring down at the Vulcan kneeling at his feet as his mate, not a slave. Luck, chance, and circumstance had kept Spock from becoming a prized slave or a lowly science officer on someone else's ship. Those same three things had brought them together, and kept them together.

The water trickled around them, the heat searing into muscle and taking away the memory of being trapped in a cell for a month, even if under surprisingly merciful conditions. Their bond throbbed slowly, beating at the pace of his heart, coming out of its pain-dormant state.

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Spock would have made a terrible slave. Human rebellion, Vulcan pride, unique intelligence... he would have died rather than break to anyone's yoke.

He served Christopher without the need for anything so crude as slavery.

Their bond throbbed and Spock wanted to wallow in it, to lay beside Christopher as the man slept and feel the beat of it in his mind. There were other things to accomplish first, however, other care that must be given. The sooner Christopher was well, the sooner they could return to their own Enterprise.

He angled his head, moved forward, to take Christopher all the way into his mouth, into his throat.

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Pike was definitely pleased by how Spock chose to serve him.

It felt particularly good to simply let himself grow hard in Spock's mouth, surrounded by that impossible heat. For the moment, he was not up to anything more then slow movements, not really wanting to do anything beyond that anyway. The idea of remaining here for too long of a period of time more then necessary was incredibly displeasing. However long it took for his body to recover from its shock and for them to leave, though, he could handle.

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Spock can feel the tension of pain draining away from Christopher. They do not often shower together - the danger is too great for them to be so vulnerable on the Enterprise - and Spock relishes the closeness, relishes the chance to be in this position, on his knees and sucking his lover's cock.

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At least there was peace on this particular version. Maybe for a short time they could even sleep together. They both slept like cats, as it was. Pike's fingers moved through Spock's hair, touching behind his ears, along the tips, against the pale neck, keeping up only the slowest rhythm of his body as he enjoyed this.

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Spock continued, undemanding, unhurried, attention for the sake of pleasurable attention.

But this would not see Christopher fed. He eased back slowly, kissing at Christopher's thighs, to look up and speak.

"I can sense your fatigue and your hunger, Christopher. Please, eat."

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"I will. They fed me, I'm not going to starve to death standing here." He sat hard and thick against his stomach, glistening with the water coming down around them. "Though I would be displeased if you stopped now." His hand came down, curving around Spock's jaw, encouraging.

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"I will remind you of your... preferred order."

But Spock licked firmly up the length of Christopher's fully hard cock and then took it back into his mouth, rested his hands on Christopher's thighs.

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"Preferred order..." Pike let out a slow breath and rocked his hips, "Right now, right now," He licked water from his lips, and the last of his sentence burned in Spock's mind, All I prefer is you.

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T'hy'la.

His mouth is more demanding now, tongue swirling and the barest scrape of teeth across the glans.

Spock moves a hand to his own hardness, just a single stroke where he is growing more desperate.

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"You will not touch yourself. That's for me alone." Pike growled, staring down at his bond mate. "I want to feel you release in my hand." His voice remained strong despite the throb in Spock's mouth.

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Spock whines but obeys moving his hand away. It has been more than a month for him; they had been so busy on the ship before Christopher's disappearance there had not been an opportunity for such intimacies.

And he had not been able to bring himself to pleasure in Christopher's absence. He had come closest to any form of release while watching the operation of the agonizer booth. But it had not been quite enough.

Christopher's cock was hard in his mouth, a familiar taste of slightly bitter and salt. He sucked harder, moved a hand to squeeze around the base while he stroked with his mouth.

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That quiet whine told Pike everything he needed to know; it told him Spock had obeyed. There was no one else Spock would listen to, would even remotely obey unless under his orders to do so. It was a heavy, heady power that Pike was careful to control. Spock, for better or worse in the end, was his bond mate. They were connected utterly, inside and out, dependent on each other in a world where no only was their bond forbidden but incredibly dangerous.

A shaking breath passed between his lips with Spock's heated fingers wrapping around him, his eyes half lidded as they stared downwards to his cock vanishing into Spock's mouth. A nudge at the bond could let him get the phantom feelings of it being him with cold-hot flesh in his mouth, the hard press of the shower floor on his knees, and it made him shudder.

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No one else deserved his obedience. Christopher had earned it.

Spock felt his mate's shudder and it pleased him - he could have take the sensation from Christopher's mind, hot mouth around his cock, hands touching and stroking, but he wished to concentrate on this, on making Christopher feel, on saying hello.

A proper greeting.

And his own orgasm belonged to Christopher.

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There was no way to honestly stop it, now. The bond was craving the contact of body and mind, forcing a connection between the two so it could repair the damage done by so long of a separation. Pike could feel it in the back of his mind, bringing along with it Spock's own pleasure with amplified his own and turned it back on the Vulcan kneeling at his feet.

I want to finish in you. It sounded almost romantic and maybe for them it was, but it was definitely a sign of marking, remarking, what was his.

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Anything you wish.

Could any Spock, in any universe be satisfied unless he was claimed? The bond urged Spock on, but he would have done this for Christopher regardless.

I am yours.

The fact of it brought him just as much satisfaction as it brought to Christopher.