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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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.

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And he was Spock's, claimed in pon farr as much as the brand had claimed Spock.

"...Enough." Pike growled, drawing Spock to his feet. His hand reached down and wrapped cold-hot digits around Spock, stroking once, twice. "Here, or the bed." The smirk was heated, "Your choice." The water poured hot around them.

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Spock thrust against Christopher's hand. And considered.

Enough of this water. And Christopher, though he would never admit it, was running on adrenaline and the elation of the bond reconnecting.

"The bed."

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There was a certain level of weakness he could show even with Spock. The other two Spocks had seen it, felt it, when every last barrier and mask had fallen and he lay helpless in his own mind. Honestly, he would have preferred if his own Spock would never see such a thing.

Pike spoke out to turn the water off, and with quick glimpse, found two towels so that they could dry themselves off. He wrapped one around Spock and tucked the other over his shoulders, giving a quick rub to his hair. "It may be wasteful but there are certain advantages to it." He gestured towards the shower, meaning the water use.

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Christopher would have hidden his weakness from Spock but, while he ruthlessly exploited the weakness of others, he thought no less of the man before him.

He pulled the towel from Christopher's hands, heedless of his own dampness, and returned to his care, drying off his lover. It was a kinder gesture than he had ever previously attempted.

"It is not completely objectionable. But I prefer to remain both dry and warm."

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The gesture told Pike much, just how much Spock had needed in him in the time they had been separated. It had been no less on his part.

"Of course." Pike murmured, allowing Spock to dry him, those dark eyes taking in every bit of his body. He reached out and slid his thumb along Spock's jawline, then out of reach entirely, walking bare to the bed and laying himself out on it.

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The distance between them was unacceptable. Spock dried himself roughly, efficiently, far more quickly than he had dried his mate.

He hung his towel and stalked to the bed.

"I do not care for such separation at the moment." He would remain in constant, skin to skin contact for as long as Christopher allowed it.

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Stalked, like a great black panther, all corded muscle and grace and danger. It had been why he had gone to the bed alone, simply to watch his bond mate, to refresh memory.

Also, in part, why he had forgotten the gloves tucked in the bathroom for one of the few times in his life. His mind was taken entirely by the bond and his mate, desire that was far more then his own.

Pike extended his hand, a brow raising, offering that contact that they both needed.

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The hand, the raised brow, they were permission enough for Spock to slide onto the bed all skin and desire.

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mine

Pike pulled Spock close, breathing against his skin, lips finding Vulcan-hot skin. He sunk his nails against skin and felt it beneath his fingertips, burning lines of cool heat with his own.

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mine

Spock writhed under Christopher's touch. He no longer practiced self-restraint - Christopher practiced it for him.

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Show me. Show me what you missed.

Pike bit down, the supple body against his own everything he desired in that moment. Later, later, things could change, things could be realigned and separated, but for now all other things remained background now that he had what was his under his hands.

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Spock moved up Christopher's body to take his mouth in a rough kiss. At the same time, the mental pictures of the two of them tangled together flooded the bond.

Christopher taking Spock against the wall, both of them still clothed, brutal thrusts and rasping breaths. Spock on his knees at Christopher's pleasure, a smear of come on his chin, christopher directing Spock, precise instruction, as Spock rode him in the captain's chair, the bridge cleared out between shifts, doors locked and both of them tense and on-guard.

A final vision, more timid, of Spock easing behind Christopher, on their sides, to move deep inside him, but careful and slow.

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yesss...

Pike returned that kiss, bloody and brutal if considered in the confines of this universe, normal for their own. Pleasure was found in often short bursts or desperate times between them, both on constant cautious guard.

Yet he could not help but find a distinct pleasure in the idea of them on the bridge. Even in the vision of Spock buried in his own body. Together.