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."

Comments

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

I will make you forget everything but me. Pike turned his head and bit down on flesh, his eyes blown wide in lust, the sheer volatile nature of Spock's emotions under that usually-calm surface affecting him. It was adding to his lust, crying out for him, to dominate, take what was his.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

The bite of teeth into flesh pulled an animal noise rip from his throat - he pushed closer against Christopher's body.

Make me.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

He moved all at once. A man trained against Vulcans, for heavy combat, trained in hand to hand to make the most use of his gloves. He linked his arm under Spock's with the next motion of the half-Vulcan's body, forcing his knee to press-out Spock's own, and threw him over onto his back.

He was there a moment later, fingers curling around his throat.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

He could fight back, does for an instant and then pushes back the urge.

He lays on his back and bares his throat more fully to Christopher's fingers, in submission.

Anything you say, I will do.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

A strong thumb rubbed over the cartilage of the throat, and Pike smirked slowly. I never had any doubt of that.

He shifted his weight so that his other hand could grasp Spock, giving a slow stroke over hard flesh, squeezing a little more.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

This was the defining point - neither beast not man nor human, Spock chose to be open and vulnerable and under this human's control despite everything in him rising up and insisting he defend and rend and recapture his dignity and logic, his control and intellect.

Instead, he had mewling pleasure noises and abandoned what little control he had left.

Please. Tell me what you would have me do.


It was all his lover's will.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

With a quick squeeze, Pike released Spock and moved to straddle on either side of his head. Bracing himself on the balls of his feet and his knees, Pike wrapped his fingers around his own cock, stroking it once before smirking again.

Suck.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

He is, in this state of willing submission, profoundly grateful for the instruction.

He obeys.

He cranes his head up, the angle awkward, to take Christopher's cock into his mouth as deeply as possible. He sucks. He also licks and allows the occasional gentle scrape of teeth - Christopher likes a sharp edge on his pleasure and Spock is thoroughly focused on that, completely so.

It would be easier if he could use his hands but that was not the direction so he moves his hot mouth desperately, needy and hungry for anything Christopher wishes to give him.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Good. Pike murmured. They've been together too long for it to be the words of dark hatred and anger and pure domination that the beginning of their odd relationship had been. Even the Terran Empire cannot stop simple human [mixed or not] emotion from doing what it was meant to.

Just like that. His fingers grip Spock's hair, his hips rocking into that over-heated orifice. The grip had to be painful, but it did not let up.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

In these moments, he lived for Christopher's praise. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, moaned into his mate's mind.

The grip in his hair was painful but his body perceived it as just another sensation, another bit of sensory input pushing him deeper into a submissive state, reveling in the way his lover used him.

He would suck harder, do whatever it took, but just like that echoed in his mind and restrained him better than any high-security restraints would have been able.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

There was a double pleasure in being able to fuck Spock's mouth, rocking into pulling pressure and out again with only the desire to return again. He let words spill from his mouth, talking with control as he gave constant encouragement, phrases that could have been insults but they both knew better.

His grip loosened only a moment so that the edges of his thumbs could brush Spock's ears, then drop down so they could dig into the space between his jaws and keep them open so he could use that familiar mouth.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

It was all sensory input - Christopher's voice burning over him, the words did not matter.

Though they did - it was like ritual now.

He settled himself, opened his mouth, all pliant, unthinking heat for Christopher's pleasure.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Only when he was on that very brink, right at its edge, did Pike release his grip on Spock's head and shift back completely, denying himself, denying Spock as well. He stared down at Spock with eyes that were all pupil, panting.

He hooked an arm under the hips and drew them up, sliding down in the sand and taking Spock into his mouth. His fingers curled around the bond, and for a moment, he wondered if it was possible to drag Spock over to those other cords and affect more then just himself.

The idea was incredibly tempting.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

The continued stroking of the bond and the pressure of Christopher's mouth carried him both further and more quickly than he would have expected - if he had been thinking about it. He made broken noises and his hands scrambled on the ground seeking purchase, something to grip to alleviate the pressure building underneath his skin.

He caught a glimmer of Christopher's idea and one of his cries sounded like a sob. Everyone would know - or at least his counterparts. They would feel it and know that he had no control of his own, that it was all his lover, all his mate, all Christopher.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

You will back up. It would bring Spock right onto that tangle of threads. He wanted to prove it, show it, like the lion's roar, to impress upon each mind. Spock was his, and his alone.

He brought his head back, eyes narrowed. Command.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

Another broken sobbing sound, but it is not of protest. Spock quivers where he is for a moment and, after a breath, pushes himself back against the tangle.

He wails.

There is no other sound for it - the threads feel like they are cutting him, the same slice and burn of his brand and he would wonder if he will bear marks from this if he had the power to wonder anything anymore.

Everything is Christopher, his mate, his.

T'hy'la. Say you are.

He shifts and the tangled bonds feel stronger under his shoulders, not nearly so fragile as they were even when James T. Kirk's Spock was there examining them. Stronger with use, then.

Say you are my t'hy'la, as I am yours.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Pike looked down silently over Spock, staring. He smirked, and spoke clear and calm despite the slight grind downwards. He splayed his fingers into the bonds beneath them.

I am your t'hy'la.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

The scream catches in his throat, just as much full of fire and sharp things as the bonds at his back, the threads in Christopher's fingers.

He bucks up, Vulcan strength unrestrained but not seeking to unseat his lover - seeking instead to find the desperate pressure and contact that he needs, must have before he is a flayed mass of vibrating lyre strings and nothing left behind.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, this would hurt. He didn't care. Pike lifted a long leg and spat into his hand. He rubbed over his cock and grasped himself, and in an anything-but-smooth motion pressed hard into his bond mate, growling deeply as the pressure forces against that bucking body.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

This time the scream broke free.

It would not seriously injure him. But he would bleed.

There was a satisfaction to that - he would bleed whenever his mate required it, in whatever way necessary.

In another universe, it could be observed, that this sort of devotion was unhealthy - though not entirely unbalanced by Christopher's own devotion. But in their world... In their world, they were each the closet thing to safe haven that existed for the other.

So Spock bent, pulled his legs further apart to make more room for his mate's body. His back bent, arching away from the bonds in time with Christopher's thrusts before he was pressed back into them.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

It was raw, their bodies moving together from long memory. Pike bent his head down to bite onto Spock's shoulder, body moving in a way that would leave him sore if it was his real body.

For all that Pike seemed to own Spock, he was no less owned.

His fingers curled further into the bonds, digging into them, making sure Spock's body came into contact with them over and over.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

They would still feel it, Spock deep enough in the thrall of sensation that he unconsciously manifested their actions onto their bodies, writhing hotly on their bed - not their own bed but good enough in the meantime.

He whined and panted and screamed at every touch of the bonds, close now, suddenly perched on the very edge of his orgasm.

May I? Let me, Christopher, please.

Nothing without permission.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Pike held it, held Spock's orgasm in his hands and words, for seconds that seemed like eternity. He pressed in harder with each thrust, a drop of sweat dripping down onto his bond mate. His fingers wrapped hard around Spock's cock, squeezing once then giving a firm stroke.

Scream for me. The words pure agreement, pure permission, allowance.

Allowance for himself as well.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

His scream echoed down the bonds, release and relief and white-hot pleasure, his body in a rictus of obedient sensation and response.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Pike's quiet sound was lost in his bond mate's scream, but his pleasure added to the burst that pulsed out across the bonds. He held hard to the bonds, pressed in as close to his mate as he could be.

Until his head lowered, pressing his forehead to Spock's shoulder, panting.