In the After Time

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After Jim and his Spock had left, Pike retreated into himself somewhat. He settled back into the chair he had left, his eyes closing and hand cupping his chin. Much had happened and been learned in a very short amount of time, some that had changed his very knowledge of not only this universe and their situation, but the people involved.

Kirk. That was a surprise in all of itself. Instead of the annoyed brat with a huge ego and a surprising sense of ruthless, charm, and intelligence to back it up, he was meeting someone he almost could respect. There was a keen sense of intelligence behind those golden eyes, tactile and strong, though obviously naive in certain cases. Even that naivety seemed protected by the knowledge of being aware of it. A most strange situation, but it came together in someone that in their universe, he would have considered a truly enemy.

Instead, he found himself surprised in the sense of having enjoyed himself within the limiting concerns of circumstance. There was a play between himself and Kirk that was as intricate as the game of chess that had been played out. Pike's eyes opened to focus on the board before him, pieces assembled off to either side. White, and black, with no shades of gray. He had found himself without another move, unable to win. Yet Kirk had been in the same circumstance. Both trapped, unable to make another move to win.

How very much like life.

Then, there was Spock. So similar to his own, yet vastly different. Shades of gray, indeed. He was curious to what had occurred during that mind meld that had drawn such reactions from his own bond mate, curious about the differences that were far more difficult to see. The relationship between the two men was unlike their own, forged in a vastly different way, but with the same purpose behind it.

He looked to his own Spock, who looked both thoughtful and tense to his knowing eyes and inner-sense brimming over from the bond between them. There had been a sense of dodging, avoidance, that he wanted to know the truth of.

"Spock."

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Even his breath barely moved his body - he was still in Christopher's hands, under his own knife. He raised his arm, pulled back the sleeve to reveal the brand.

"I asked you for it. I would not do away with it."

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A hand came up and grasped Spock's own, and he brought the brand to the small space between their faces. The knife was turned, and the tip dragged slowly across the sensitive scars.

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It would not scar. The brand itself had taken repeated wounding.

He drew in a breath between teeth and his pupils blew wide.

"Do you no longer enjoy claiming me?"

There is a hint of teasing in this whisper.

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"The only time that will ever happen is if I'm dead." Pike pressed harder, this time, as he went below the brand. It cut into skin, and with his eyes locked to darker ones, he leaned forward to lap away the blood.

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The rasp of his breath is louder this time, harsher. The fury in his blood fueled his want and he wanted simultaneously to spit in Christopher's face and to submit to his mate. The struggle was stringing him along a tense line but he was pliant under Christopher's direction.

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Pike's hand shifted, a mere flick of the wrist. A second later, Pike held up his opposite wrist. A slash of brilliant crimson was opened up on the tanned skin.

The wound was offered up against Spock's lips, his own smudged green.

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The noise is hungry but also half-whimper. Spock licks daintily at the cut, mouth very red - smearing his lips with it then pulling back for more of those precise little motions with his tongue.

Only yours. None others.

He had never desired another.

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We have shared our blood, our bodies, our minds. Do you really think I would want another, even if I desire their body? Pike leaned forward, their lips centimeters apart.

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Spock closes the gap. The kiss is oddly tender given their blood, given their tense bodies, given their angry tones.

I trust your intentions; I do not trust his.

The kiss slowly takes on a sharpness of teeth nibbling then biting.

If you want another for your pleasure, share them with me. Do not send me away to feel it all from a distance.

It is something like a compromise.

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You weren't here. I had lost you... It was something he was admitting that he never did. A tiny tone of fear, sadness.

There was a moment before his tongue flicked out across Spock's lips. Fine. Agreement, followed by a rush through the bond of praise/warmth.

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There was only a hint of reprove in his words.

Christopher, you will never lose me.

He settled his body closer still, moved against his mate in a way guaranteed to tempt him - a response to the warm praise moving in his mind.

Your doubt was... understandable. The cause was great.

He licked over Christopher's lips in return, chasing the flavor of his own blood.

I still despise him.

There is an edge of bemusement but it is also a warning - he will not fight but he has not forgotten.

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You are mine, and I am yours. T'hy'la. Fingers laced into Spock's shirt and tugged, pulling him back to the bed.

I want what is mine. He moved his mouth to bite roughly against green skin. His next words bore amusement, Want to remove the traces of him from your mind.

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T'hy'la. Perhaps he could make Christopher understand the importance of it - perhaps they could acknowledge it. Another time. Now, he allowed himself to be pulled back to the bed they had already spent such time in.

Not that Spock was going to complain. He suspected Christopher had not been so entirely alone in the brig as Spock had been in their bed but he would reserve it for another time. Now was for claiming and being claimed.

He shared many memories of his Vulcan with me. Would you make me forget them so quickly?

The teasing is more evident now - Spock is already soothed by Christopher's possessiveness.

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Not forget, but wipe free the fingerprints. Pike hit the bed and fell backwards, pulling Spock on top of him. Their mouths seared together a moment later, trickles of blood tracing pathways down their arms.

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Red and green smeared the standard issue white sheets, smeared their skin.

Spock settled asprawl Christopher and licked his way from his mouth to his jaw and along the line of it to his ear.

How do you propose to do so?

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Pike sat up, forcing Spock back. It was only a breath of time, though, as he tugged off a single glove with a bite of teeth and a jerk of his head. His hand came up and caressed the side of Spock's face before settling his fingertips in very familiar locations. He was unable to produce a meld himself, but years of the nanoprobes, as well as the learned sensation through the gloves, he could feel the pulse beneath his fingertips, the light change in energies.

In your mind.

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He pulled Christopher into his mind, without thought. It was automatic. Into the cave of his closest kept secrets, his truest self.

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The cave was as familiar as the desert-garden in his mind. Pike looked around slowly, taking a deep breath. The bond pulsed slowly above them, as warm as the sun. It has been too long...

Dark eyes focused, Show me the bonds.

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He gestured at the golden light. You are always here.

The others were in their hidden corner.

They are here.

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Pike slowly walked to that corner, kneeling down to study the bonds. ...So very strange. He commented lightly, reaching out to brush his fingers against them.

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Oh.

It is a gasp. An unexpected shudder of pleasure moves through him when Christopher touches the threads.

He gestures.

This is James T. Kirk's Spock. And this is the younger.

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Different, then my own. He tilted his head towards Spock and very slowly stroked his fingers own the length of a few, watching his reactions.

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A difference is only logical.

He watched Christopher stroke down the length, and his knees actually weakened.

Christopher...

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...This could prove interesting.

His fingers caressed, twining gently within the threads. Even more sensitive then his hands, it seemed.

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This time it brought him to his knees.

It was a struggle, but he got the words out coherently.

You do not know what that will do to them.

Would it be the same if Christopher played with their own bond? Did he even want to know?