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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"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.

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Spock needs no words, no archaic ritual to enter the mind of his mate, his mate, to slide in with all the pleasure in his body to blur the line between above and below, the body receiving penetration with such pliant tension becoming the body thrusting forward all hardness and ungiving pressure.

The bond flares between them, still ringing like the inside of a bell.

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Then, in the middle of their coupling, a message (http://cso-spock.livejournal.com/5365.html?thread=100853#t100853), directly from the console by the replicator.

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There was a very annoying bleeping coming from the console, but it was ignored. He was lost completely in Spock, mind burning with the sheer pleasure that passed between them. It was a glorious feeling, repairing so much that had been so badly damaged.

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His mind felt complete in a way it had not since the stabbing pressure of Christopher being transported a universe away.

"Christopher."

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Each thrust passed through them both, sunk deep into their bodies and minds and made all other thoughts vanish. They were one again, reaffirming everything that had tried to break in the face of distance. Pike's body shifted, pressing down harder, sweat gleaming along his broad back.

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It was more than they had shared in their own universe. There the bond had been deep, extraordinarily dangerous for both of them if anyone had discovered it. Here, with no prohibition on this relationship, the bond bound them tighter, tighter, tighter together without their conscious thought.

This would change things.

But right now, it passed sensation through both of them, amplified and echoed.

Spock did not know where the limits of his body and mind were.

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They had started very separate and different lives, meeting through chance or fate, but now they could not live on their own. The bond had solidified something that could have been dissolved easily and had turned it into a symbiotic relationship.

Spock held the highest command he could under Pike that would have been denied to him because of his blood and Pike had made it very clear that if anyone dared to remove Spock by force he would never make them his first officer or anything other then dead. Together they led a ship that got fame, excitement, and exploration more then any other ship in the fleet. Pike might never have made it as long as he did without his own personal bodyguard that could never betray him. And together, they had what few others had in their universe. A very strange but certain happiness.

Pike lost himself completely, uncaring of the limits that were removed between them. Only physical flesh kept them from being a single entity and even that was not providing much of a barrier. Over and over he thrust, hands leaving marks on pallid flesh and receiving them in return, head pressed into strong sensitive fingers with his eyes closed.

One.

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Neither of them would ever call it love - love was for the weak.

But something motivated Spock to bring his other hand to Christopher's face, to trail over his lover's tense features for the simple, tactile pleasure of it.

It left him, them, vulnerable to turn all of his attention on Christopher in this fashion but for once it did not matter.

He used the bond to send extra ripples of pleasure along Christopher's nerve endings.

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It made the older man gasp, a quick breath in that was turned into a rumbling growl upon exhale. His fingers wrapped around Spock-himself-both and stroked in rough succession. So close, right on that very edge and hanging in the balance.

Pike let his mind sink down into Spock's, losing his own sense of self and reveling in the place-self-sense-soul that was created because of it. A physical release was secondary as it came, but it shot through them both as brilliant as a sun and even hotter.

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Even Spock closed his eyes, the flash of it consuming him-them-both.

What did freedom mean in the face of this?

Nothing.

He cradled his mate, mind and body.

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There was the barely conscious effort to lay himself down against his bond mate, moving so the fingers never left his face. It had been a long time since he had allowed Spock fully into his mind, and now he was exhausted.

Pike let his head rest against Spock's lower chest, pulling free and uncaring of the mess, simply closing his eyes and drifting peacefully. Soon they would have to wake and deal with the outside world, but for now they could at least rest before facing it all head on.

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Sleep, t'hy'la. I will watch.

They would need another shower. And the console still emitted a quiet beep at regular intervals - there must be a message.

But for now, Spock relaxed and held his mate. A most... satisfactory reunion.