There had been a certain something that Pike had witnessed in Spock all those years ago, standing proud and unbowed despite the disgust that came from simply having mixed blood, having been caged by gloves on his hands as much as the constant attempts of subversion of his career.
That had been something for the eyes of the crew, so they knew their captain controlled the 'creature' in their midst. It had been a test for Spock, to see if the half-Vulcan would break and shatter apart or if he would simply submit. It had come as a surprise when it had been neither of those options. Instead, Spock had almost instantly forced a deal between them. He would obey, but would not be broken. Not in the foolish stubborn way that all men thought they would not be broken, and oh how many times Pike had proven them wrong, but a sure knowledge that being broken would put to waste what Pike had wanted him for originally.
It had been a moment of respect between them, and without words, perhaps without even conscious knowledge, Pike had agreed. What started as rape had turned to something else entirely, and proceeded to set the tone for the rest of their relationship.
Spock was something rare to a captain of the Empire, someone who submitted to command without the only reason for doing so was to bide time. Normally, any crew that obeyed was trying to stay with the winning team, waiting for a chance to betray and strike while the iron was hot. It resulted in rule of the ship being a game of balance, giving reward as much as punishment and overlaying it all in a sense of respect and fear.
Pike had always preferred to do that sense with a visual demonstration. Having a would be assassin skinned and putting his flesh outside his door to dry had kept him free of assassination attempts for more then six months, a record.
Now, the play of command, submission, orders, and obedience between them was either second hand to the point of been forgotten, or like in these moments, something that came vividly enough to both that it turned into a challenge, a game.
Pike's eyes watched every movement of Spock's hand, the twitches of muscles and how they played out. They matched his own, a spreading heat that curled through the depths of his body and crackled down his veins. The thought of touching the bond itself, as if it was a physical object, had never occurred to him before. It had always been something without physical presence, like the unreachable sun, but now that he had discovered it was tangible, it seemed foolish he had never considered the possibility.
Can you feel this, Spock? How much I want you? He could feel a constant resonating feeling passing through him, not just his own touch on the bond but Spock's fingers wrapped around his own cock, the mutual pleasure they were arousing within each other.
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Date: 2009-10-08 01:30 pm (UTC)That had been something for the eyes of the crew, so they knew their captain controlled the 'creature' in their midst. It had been a test for Spock, to see if the half-Vulcan would break and shatter apart or if he would simply submit. It had come as a surprise when it had been neither of those options. Instead, Spock had almost instantly forced a deal between them. He would obey, but would not be broken. Not in the foolish stubborn way that all men thought they would not be broken, and oh how many times Pike had proven them wrong, but a sure knowledge that being broken would put to waste what Pike had wanted him for originally.
It had been a moment of respect between them, and without words, perhaps without even conscious knowledge, Pike had agreed. What started as rape had turned to something else entirely, and proceeded to set the tone for the rest of their relationship.
Spock was something rare to a captain of the Empire, someone who submitted to command without the only reason for doing so was to bide time. Normally, any crew that obeyed was trying to stay with the winning team, waiting for a chance to betray and strike while the iron was hot. It resulted in rule of the ship being a game of balance, giving reward as much as punishment and overlaying it all in a sense of respect and fear.
Pike had always preferred to do that sense with a visual demonstration. Having a would be assassin skinned and putting his flesh outside his door to dry had kept him free of assassination attempts for more then six months, a record.
Now, the play of command, submission, orders, and obedience between them was either second hand to the point of been forgotten, or like in these moments, something that came vividly enough to both that it turned into a challenge, a game.
Pike's eyes watched every movement of Spock's hand, the twitches of muscles and how they played out. They matched his own, a spreading heat that curled through the depths of his body and crackled down his veins. The thought of touching the bond itself, as if it was a physical object, had never occurred to him before. It had always been something without physical presence, like the unreachable sun, but now that he had discovered it was tangible, it seemed foolish he had never considered the possibility.
Can you feel this, Spock? How much I want you? He could feel a constant resonating feeling passing through him, not just his own touch on the bond but Spock's fingers wrapped around his own cock, the mutual pleasure they were arousing within each other.