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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Spock stared at the white-stained glove, and then at Pike. When the order held, and the hand didn't lower, he moved his head forward and silently began to lick the leather clean, eyes lowered as he did so. A different taste, all together.

The scent of leather was strong, as strong as the scent of salt and semen. The hand around Spock's throat lightened, and suddenly, there was an image.

Spock, his Spock, sitting on the edge of the bed, retrieving his clothing. He was older, now, and the scruff was coming a goatee. Only when he was dressed did they share a look, nearly unreadable. Pike knew it through long knowing, Spock would know it through having worn it. An understanding, between the two men. Spock left, and Pike simply went to sleep.

At the surprise of the image, he glanced up at him, holding the look for another few moments as he trailed his tongue to the edge of a fingertip. Formulating his question, and then asking it before continuing with his task:

"Why are individuals of your universe so fond of facial hair?" He had to come away from this with something.

Pike let out a very slow breath, but the question obviously, actually surprised him. His lips curled up into a smirk. "Why are the individuals of your universe so fond of having to shave?" He retorted before stepping back entirely from Spock.

In the space Pike allowed him, Spock turned to lean his back against the wall. His licked his lips, trying to get the taste of semen out of his mouth for the second time, while his hands adjusted his underwear, fastened his pants, and generally made himself more respectable again.

While he did so, Spock talked--though genuinely surprised that the words came so easily. "Sir, should you be unable to return to your rightful place...what do you plan to do? This particular ship will never be granted to you."

Slowly Pike sat back down on the bed, all the world like the cat that got the canary. "Currently, there is little I can do. If your captain has any balls, I won't make it off the ship alive." He seemed calm about the idea, though. "Who is your captain?"

"James T. Kirk," He watched him carefully, curious to see his reaction to this. "You did see him in uniform, earlier," Though that particular moment was a haze in his mind.

"...young, just like you." Slightly thoughtful. "I have no doubts he is gunning to take the ship from me. I've lost three men to poisoning recently."

His hand tightened into a fist, briefly, at his side. What was this, Stockholm syndrome? Or had he really never outlived that infatuation from his younger years, that he didn't want to see Pike fall victim to injury, regardless of the universe or reincarnations? "...you are more than capable of defending your life against his attempts, especially with assistance of the Spock of your universe."

"Hmm." Spock was being very openly studied. "Why do you think Spock will try and stop him?" He asked bluntly. "Such a strange universe. So much... weaker."

He didn't move from where he leaned against the wall. "I predict that he already has, to some extent, if your subordinates have suffered instead of you," He also suspected that certain things did not change cross-dimensionally, though their applications did.

"A logical point." A very slight smirk. He studied Spock for several more moments, then said, "You don't want to see me die." He stated easily, knowingly.

It didn't bother him half as much as when Kirk was all-knowing. Maybe it was just easier to accept from Pike, no matter the scruffiness ~~and evilness~~. "I do not desire for Christopher Pike to die. You are one version of him, and so it may extend to you--but more so because I do not know if one identity can live while another dies."

That made the smirk grow in size. "Ah." As if the world had suddenly been made clear to him. There was a pleased expression for sure, but it still held that edge of darkness that made it almost terrifying. He closed his eyes, like the great cat going to sleep.

"You are dismissed, Spock."

Spock had no doubts as to whether the man knew what he meant by his words. This very scenario had played out in his mind when he was a cadet (the revelation, not the mind meld or the sex). But, against this man, not really the Pike he knew, it didn't bother him so much. It actually made him feel...somewhat relieved, for the moment.

He said nothing to his dismissal, merely stepped outside of the cell, and activated the barrier again, and returned to his quarters. (http://cso-spock.livejournal.com/1556.html)

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