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

[mirroredcommand]

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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[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

His eyes lingered for only the briefest moment on the fallen glove on the floor, before glancing back up at Pike; the hand didn't move from the holstered phaser. Spock wanted to lurch forward, break everyone of those fingers that had been around his neck and--

No. He was better than that, surely. He was here to gather information, not take his revenge. "These gloves--in what manner have you altered them, to produce that effect of last night?"

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, he could see it. That same look in the eyes, the barely restrained emotion. This Spock was so very similar to his own when he was younger. It could be taken advantage of, and already was.

"You don't recognize it." Statement. These weak fools did not know what an agonizer was.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"No," He answered honestly. Just because he wanted to repay all his pain back tenfold did not mean he had to lie to him. "It is not anything I have seen anywhere, and not in your hands. My Christopher Pike would never wield such a device, so you cannot be him."

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

A blink like a massive lion lazing in the sun. Content, for the moment, but could be deadly in an instant. "My Spock would never act like such a pussy, so I guess we're even."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock stepped forward. He hadn't meant to, and just the single step was all that his emotion managed to carry him before he reined it in, the flare at the insult. "What would he act like?" Not his diplomat's voice, but the one Kirk had become intimately familiar with in all the wrong ways. It narrowed the world between him and this man who he was definitely going to harm in some way--mind, body, or both.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

There was no physical reaction from Pike, who still seemed calm, sprawled.. and somehow still in charge of the room. "For one, he's more intelligent then to turn his back on an intruder, and two, he can actually fight." His lips curl into a very tiny smirk.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The hand not at his phaser twitched; the fingers curled, but not into a fist--into a certain formation, only known to those who had undergone it before. Or Vulcans. "Against your gloves, too?"

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

His eyes travel to Spock's hand, and for a moment, a brow raises. Then the smirk grows and he openly meets Spock's eyes. Challenge. "He bows down and kisses my gloves."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He doesn't know what it is. Maybe it's the cross-dimensional humiliation he's suffering or the fact maybe this man is beginning to think he is that Spock. He didn't know what this Pike had done to him in another life, but he'd show him what he could here, now, in this one.

Spock lurches forward, hand off the phaser, and his fingers find the meld points on Pike's face like he's thought about this before. He doesn't let him have a physical reaction, because the very next moment his mind has bulldozed its way into Pike's, seizing it like the agonizer had seized his muscles, keeping the physical realm immobile while he can pillage through his memories and thoughts. He's going to take what he wants, and then he's going to leave him in tatters, a vegetable of a man, a disposable shame on the very name of Christopher Pike, not the man he knows and certainly not the man he respects, among other things.