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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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.

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Spock's patience was eroding. He bit and sucked his way over Christopher's body, tasting, marking, yearning.

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Pike's body arched lightly under Spock's mouth and fingers, rocking, twisting, encouraging. In turn, he gave as much as he got, learning Spock's body all over again. They had to learn again, to satisfy themselves and the bond. This would go a long way towards repairing the damage done


[OOC - Are we going to include the 'ship wide announcement' that was made in our little session?]

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If they were not nude and gasping, blunt fingers gripping tightly enough to leave trails in each others flesh, an observer might have thought they were locked in battle.

Spock twisted and rocked, as desperate to be taken as he had ever been. He pressed his cock against Christopher but obeyed the prohibition on touching himself.


(We certainly can - though I don't think we'd be able to go anywhere.)

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He moved, his mouth breathing against Spock's ear, "On your back." A command that was quickly turned into action by Pike rolling Spock over, looking down over the body beneath his. Both of them were getting quickly marred by each other's nails, grips, and teeth.

"Either they have some sort of lubricant in this room, or I will walk out there and request the guards bring me some now."

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Spock waited, tensed, poised, for anything Christopher wanted. He thrilled, electric current flowing through him at the marks decorating Christopher's skin, human bruises.

"Perhaps the replicator?" He arched his brow.

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"Mmm," It was a sound of agreement as Pike stood up, fingers trailing over flesh, and parted long enough to study the replicator. His fingers typed quickly, brows raising very slightly. It was nearly identical to his own ship, enough to make him smirk. "Curious." He murmured.

[OOC - Can it be replicated? It seemed the actors had difficulty...]

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Spock suspected that such requests were not quite what the doctor had had in mind when he told them to let the guards know if they needed anything.

An amusing image, though he was not eager to share Christopher in such detail. He watched a Christopher investigated the replicator. He had marked him in places that would show even when they dressed. It was... satisfying.

(I think mPike is more tech-savvy than De - their problem is that everything is coming ouit with cat food in it but it seems to be a localized issue. Unless you really DO want to scandalize the guards in which case I am all for it.)

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[OOC - As much as I wanted to terrify the guards in Pike's birthday suit, someone sent me a PM informing me that lube can be replicated.]

Within moments, Pike located what he wanted, was pleased to see someone, most likely one of the two Spocks, had programmed a selection of meals from Vulcan and vegetarian options. It could wait. He was far more interested right now in the lubricant he now had in hand.

Pike turned and walked slowly over to the bed, fingers trailing over Spock's leg, up his thigh, up over the hip, chest, down the arm, then placed the lube in the Vulcan's hand. "Prepare yourself." There was an amused smile on his lips.

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Spock heard it as both the command and the innuendo it was and raised a brow back at Christopher.

But he obeyed.

If he had been the kind of man to share such things, he would have told Christopher that he loved this. Loved the cool feel of the lube on his fingers, in direct contrast with his mate's hot eyes, watching every movement.

One finger and Christopher's eyes were greedy and possessive. Two, and they shuttered, lazy anticipation. Three, and they fired with ownership and lust.

Neither of them had the patience for teasing but Spock teased over his entranced anyway for the impatient flare across Christopher's face.

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Pike did not simply sit back and watch Spock. Instead, he reached over to grasp the Vulcan's other hand, sliding his fingers through so they laced together. His eyes did not leave Spock's body as he brought their hands up to his mouth and mouthed his lips over one long green-tinged hand. The sight of Spock like that was a great pleasure, burning straight through him.

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Mouth, his mate's mouth on his hand. It was enough to spur Spock to greater efficiency - he stretched himself, two fingers scissoring open to make room for three. He was hurrying now.

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"Remove your hand." Pike breathed out against Spock's hand, sucking one long digit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue playing against the smooth pad of the finger. He wanted inside of his mate.

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Oh, he has missed this. Christopher is a captain through and through - it has little to do with his rank and everything to do with the delicious note of command that heats his voice in moments like now. Spock considers disobeying for the thrill of being scolded but it has been too long, too long. He removes his fingers and lays back on his elbows, ready for whatever Christopher wishes to give him.

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Pike shifted, hooking his elbows under Spock's knees and brings up his legs so he can line himself up. He slide into that opened heat, letting out a breath as pressed into Spock's body, all welcoming heat and home.

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The burn and fullness ground him like nothing else does - not violence, not blood, not science.

home

He exhales long and slow and wraps his arms and legs around Christopher.

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home

Pike stopped when he was pressed completely into that long body and simply reached down, grasping Spock's hand. Rarely was he ever particularly tender about sex with Spock (and never with anyone else), but right now there was something different.

He brought up that hand to his face and laid the fingers there as he started to move, giving one long pull out and a hard thrust back in.