mirroredcommand | [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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"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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