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[mirror!Pike and nu!Spock] -- [Private, uncommentable]

This is rated NCC-1701. Seriously. This gets quite graphic. Read at your own hesitation. Not suitable for ANYONE, but if you have a very filthy mind, enjoy!

Security was standing there, two of them directly to either side of the lone occupied cell of the brig. It was so quiet that the hum of the ship seemed more audible then normal. The protected cell was generous for a cell, and its occupant sat on the bed, sprawled casually as if he was in his own bedroom instead of a prisoner.

[OOC: This entire thread takes place between Ensign Spottacus leaving the brig and Spock returning to his quarters and talking with Jim. During this time, amazingly, no one came and checked on the prisoner. This thread cannot have comments as it occurred in private and has already occurred.

ALSO NOTE: As laid down by

cso_spock, the security cameras have been incredibly well edited to show nothing out of the ordinary occurring.

P.S. to the Enterprise herself - Done under Cmdr. Spock's codes and the like, the editing would have only been noted somewhat and since the cameras otherwise off, unknowing that it was occurring.]

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He gagged slightly as it went farther into his throat than he was comfortable with, but Vulcan control was evident here, even if it had been manipulated elsewhere. He was concentrating on so many things: not shuddering at the touch along his finger, on keeping his teeth off, continuing to run his tongue along it. His cheeks bowed in as he sucked, but he wouldn't take all of it in. He couldn't possibly do that.

Pike, evidently, had other ideas of that. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he was forcing Spock to take more and more of it. His grip released from the pain-strength only when the Vulcan's lips were touching curls of dark hair.

He brought Spock's hand up and nipped the very edge of a finger.

Spock was breathing hard through his nose, eyes closed in concentration. He didn't have any idea to why Pike was lifting his hand, could only guess at his intentions. When he felt those teeth on the skin of his finger, he surprised himself with his moan, and immediately hated himself for it. Pike knew it would happen. He probably had been working up to it, waiting until his cock was all the way down Spock's throat before doing it, just to feel it right through.

He still tried to maneuver his hand away from Pike's grip. Spock could jerk it back, sure, but that had its own dangerous, implicit risks.

As soon as Spock's hand tried to move, Pike grabbed flesh in his teeth and held it there. Unrelenting, just above the point of pain, his breath was cool-hot against the Vulcan's skin.

He kept himself buried in Spock's throat, knowing the Vulcans either didn't have a gag reflex or could completely surpress it. Then he gave a quick but small snap of his hips, pulling out part way and sharply returning to being buried in.

Feeling the cock slide out from his throat, getting half a breath in, and then feeling it slam back into place again had to be one of the most uncomfortable feelings of his life. The smallest sound of displeasure, of being trapped by his mouth and his sensitive fingers.

Then, he decided, logically, that he should save them both the trouble, and spare his throat that previous force. His braced his free hand against Pike's hip, Spock began to suck and bob in earnest. At least, this way, he could concentrate without the possible erratic timing of the thrusts, and it could slide smoothly into the same place. And maybe Pike's teeth would lighten their bite.

Which is exactly what Pike was waiting for. Indeed, as soon as he started to do it on his own, the teeth released their grip and Spock's hand returned to being at the area beside Pike's thigh. It was not released though, as if Pike trusted his hand not to be crushed in an instant. It wasn't trust, definitely. It was all an exercise in power and command. Every day was, after all.

This Spock was as quick to catch on as his own had been. Both logical, brilliant, but somewhat naive and due to the stresses of Vulcan custom and existence, sex-starved. Vulcan males were supposed to dominate their women (of course, it made sense), but when it was male to male, things changed. They became more of their barbaric selves they (supposedly) left behind some time ago.

To dominate that was to dominate the Vulcan in every other way. He knew of only a handful of other people that had Vulcan males as this particular kind of slave.

His hand tensed over Pike's, but then relaxed again. Spock had other things to worry about. His eyes were still closed, still focused on the task at hand. He became more comfortable with that cock sliding all the way in, right into his throat, finally managing to control that gag reflex like he could any other part of his body. His lips were moist, he could definitely taste the pre-cum along his tongue...

Spock wondered, briefly, desperately, whether this was too much, whether he had moved past simply wanting to survive this encounter without choking. Besides that, there was no other thought in his mind besides what he was doing, supplemented by the indistinct praise from Pike. Nothing about escape or breaking Pike's neck, or the fact he was still hard through all of this.

"This is what you've wanted, isn't it?" Came that low, dark voice from above. No strain or heaviness, calm and smooth with just a hint of a rasp as the only sign of his pleasure. "Those weak willed humans... I doubt your captain even challenge you if you tried. He would crumble and fold... he could be yours." His voice was an addiction, stroking the pleasure centers of the mind while eroding at control and the body.

Spock opened his eyes only once to glance up at him when he nearly pulled back all the way, just to catch a glimpse of Pike's lips moving as that voice washed over his mind. He returned his focus to his task, closing his eyes, and took it down into his throat again. His only sound of--agreement? came then, right from his throat, just for Pike, and his obvious benefit.

That sound brought a change in the man who held every inch of Spock's focus. A change in breathing, a hitch that left as the tiniest growl. His other hand released Spock's and came up to grip the crown of hair, holding on either side. His hips started to rock in time with Spock's bobbing, but more aggressively, using the hot mouth as his own.

He was extremely glad that he had managed to get that gag reflex under control, as now it seemed he had no choice. With his hands on Pike's hips, he tried to meditate some of the aggression being shoved into his mouth, but the efforts were half-hearted. His biggest concern was keeping the teeth out of the way--he didn't want to get punished for that (what? where had this come from?), and the sooner the other came--into his mouth, into his throat, he didn't care--the less he would have to worry.

It would not take much longer. Pike allowed himself to release finally. His fingers tightened roughly on Spock's hair and he held himself deep in the overly-hot throat for just a moment before pulling back. Most of his come ended there, filling Spock's mouth to the spilling point.

Only at the very end did he pull out, a single last twitch leaving behind a white streak along Spock's cheek.

Somehow, despite being breathy, the voice still held that command, "Swallow. All of it." Pike's eyes stared down Spock, demanding that same obedience.

The taste was unfamiliar, and the manner of how it had been forced into his mouth made him want to spit, but his lips were tight as he stared up at Pike; he glanced down for a moment at his cheek.

At the order, he hesitated again. He closed his eyes, and his brow furrowed, but he did swallow it, rather like swallowing a large and bitter pill. After, he took a shuddering breath, and swallowed a few more times, just to get the taste out of his mouth.

Pike reached up, thumb sliding through the mess on Spock's cheek. He smeared it down to Spock's lips, pressing the thumb against those lips until it moved between them.

"...Well done." The lips curled into a dark smirk. "Stand. Face the wall. Brace yourself." This was another test to see how far his command, how far his power, had sunk into Spock's mind. Had it gone far enough for the Vulcan to do this while the barrier remained down and he could leave at least the cell?

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