In the After Time

[mirroredcommand]

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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[iron-command.livejournal.com]

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.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

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.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

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

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

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.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

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.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

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.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

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.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

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?

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

I don't care what it'll do to them. I care what it does to you. He did briefly wonder what it would do to those on the other end, and it only amused him more. He curled his fingers around one without care where it led and stroked it like a cock in his hand.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

It did quite a lot to him.

It was fire in his mind, but it did not burn - it left tingling in its wake, curling through his pleasure centers until his head tipped back and his eyes closed and he moaned, still on his knees for Christopher in his own mind.

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That's it... I bet you'll come just from this. His eyes did not leave Spock, his motion increasing in speed. He wondered how long Spock would even last.

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He shuddered again.

A distinct possibility. But that is no pleasure for you.

It would be, though - he knows Christopher very well.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Isn't there? There was as much pleasure in curling someone's body with his fingers, teasing their arousal... and he was not even touching Spock.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

There... is.

It is panted out. Spock lowers himself to the floor, wracked with sensation playing directly on his nerves.

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Pike's head tilted up and he stared up into the brilliant sun above. Spock. His fingers stopped their stroking, squeezed. How do I reach the sun?

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He surveys Christopher's face from his prone position near the man's feet. His breath is short and shallow and fast as Christopher squeezes.

He flickers his gaze over to the light source, his bond with Christopher, and it slowly uncoils - a thick golden rope much more similar to the ropes that are garlanded about that other mind. Rather than move, he brings curls of rope to them, carried on a drafty cave breeze.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

It was caught in strong hands, very slowly caressing over the golden rope. The texture, the warmth, the weight of it are all very familiar, and when touched, made him shiver as well. Yesss...

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

Christopher, please.

He is not sure what he is asking for. Perhaps to know that Christopher feels this, that touching the bond that connects them affects him just as much.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Tell me what you want. Was the command that came, but there was the slightest flutter in his voice.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

I want to know what you feel. I want you to tell me.

He wanted Christopher's voice rushing over his skin, in his mind, licking at his ears.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

His lips quirked at the edges. In this place, no one could find them. Weakness, the very existence of their bond, could not be found. So it was here alone that Pike could speak completely freely.

Such a slut for such things... His mental voice was a low rumble, somewhere between purr and growl. His eyes never left the half-Vulcan prone on the ground, Touch yourself. I want to watch.

The golden rope curled between his fingers, thick and solid, strong and unbreakable. It came with him, enough that he could settle on the floor with it pooled around him, leaning back on the sandy floor of the cave. I can feel every touch as if I was touching myself. His fingers played along the link between them, testing the changes that came with different pressures of his fingers.