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

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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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"Captain." There is just the lightest hit of exclamation at the end, punctuated by desire he's still keeping mostly under wraps. But it's also louder, he's arching into Pike's thrusts...


He can't take it anymore. This meld has proved too much for him, this mind is too dynamic for his skill, and he admits that. Spock admits defeat and pulls himself back. It's not the smoothest withdrawl he's ever made, either, but he doesn't really care if it knocks back a sharp headache in the back of Pike's mind. He deserves it.

But now there's a problem. In the physical world, he's breathless and flushed, one knee supporting some of his weight against the mattress, otherwise standing over this--man. His fingers don't move from the meld points on his face despite the fact the meld has dissolved; it's just enough contact to allow things to stream past barriers that he hasn't bothered to close yet. The rest of his body doesn't move, either. He's feeling absolutely humiliated because even though it wasn't him, it was his body inch for inch, and he'd be lying to himself if he said he'd never imagine Captain Pike and himself as a cadet, then as an instructor--

Spock's staring into those cold, dark eyes, but his stare is unfocused, because not only has he been assaulted by the pure, unadulterated images, but also the remnants of his own passion felt through another, the startling power of who he witnessed it through. His mind's in a dark haze that he can't get a grip on and thus can't push away. All he can do is stand there, and wait for the man to make his move, because Spock knows (in the back of his mind) he can't.

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A strong hand slowly came up to grasp hard, hot flesh through the tight black trousers Spock wore. The grip was firm, almost painful. The other hand stayed behind his head, the expression still calm. The only give away to what occurred in his mind was a matching bulge and the dilation of his pupils.

"Spock." A single word, pure and utter command. Oh yes, this young man was as moldable as his first officer had ever been. Through their contact-bond, he pressed home the command. "Kneel. Down."

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His breath was quiet and uneven, the perfect mix of fear and shock and this abominable excitement from earlier. A moment passed, and his fingers drew back. Slowly, every Vulcan fibre of his being screaming to just break his neck and be done with it, he lowered himself to his knees beside the bed. His hands gripped tight at the standard-issue, nondescript bedsheets. His eyes never wavered from Pike's, but they were wide and telling about his internal turmoil, emphasized by the still-present tension that had crept to every muscle of Spock's body.

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Their gazes remained locked; Pike would not look away when he knew he was slowly forcing this Spock under his command as he had the one of his own verse many years ago. "Good." The same way. Praise and reward for obedience.

He moved in a calm but slow method, reaching over to grasp Spock's one hand. His fingers brushed over Spock's own - like giving a stroke of the cock. "Take out my cock." The command remained, but now it was darker with lust that did not come entirely from the meld but more from the pleasure of the sheer power he had over Spock in that moment.

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There was a small hitch of breath as Spock heard the order. So coarse, so blunt, and--this frightened him as much as it did other things--not doubting at all that he would fill it. A small swallow.

For this, he had to drag his eyes, and his hand, away; he could not do it blind. His hands were steady but hesitant, going about the actions too deliberately: unhooking the clasp, sliding the zipper down link by link, before pushing away the folds. Once he felt black silk beneath his fingertips, there was another strong moment of hesitation. But the order echoed in his mind again without needing audible repeat. Spock grasped the waistband between his fingers, and pulled it downwards, centimeter at a time, until--until.

He wouldn't touch it, no, he just wouldn't; his hands were carefully out of the way and there was no way he was going any farther than this. With another swallow, he looked back up at Pike.

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This time the form of reward was a hand coming up and brushing through the black strands of hair. The almost affectionate gesture did not last for long, though. Reward and punishment, always keeping them guessing. This worked well for a very select few instead of simple fear and anger keeping them in line.

A select few like this particularly brilliant Vulcan. His Vulcan would not have needed the next command, "Suck." His fingers tightened in Spock's hair, holding firm.

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His Vulcan probably would not have questioned him, either, would not have said another word before going to the task. But here, morals and ethics and worst of all, reason, were starting to bubble up. Most of it was still kept at bay by Pike's intense gaze and the newly-formed grip. "Sir--?" Most. His eyes were still wide and his hands were still pinching the underwear carefully away.

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The dark eyes narrowed in displeasure. Punishment for hesitation came swiftly in the form of a flare of pain from the top of the head as Pike's hand truly closed and gripped harshly, and in the form of his mouth being forced down to the thick, hard flesh.

"Suck. I'd better not feel teeth." His voice had dropped in tone and volume into pure and utter sex.

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His tongue darted out briefly to moisten his lips--dry from his breathlessness--before he finally leaned forward and took the head between his lips. Careful, no teeth, he moved his tongue around it and nearly pulled back as he could taste--something wholly unfamiliar.

Before Pike could get impatient (or, more like, before he could act on it), Spock began to slowly bob his head downwards on it, sucking in more and more of it into his mouth, his tongue running along the underside of it. But once he felt the head hit soft palate of his mouth, Spock pulled back slightly.

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Dark eyes watched every moment of Spock's actions in an otherwise impassive face. Yet those eyes, like Spock's own, spoke volumes more. Silent praise for his actions, and it came through the skin-to-skin contact as well. The hand that had cut down hundreds of lives if not thousands squeezed Spock's, index finger rising enough to brush the length of its green-tinged neighbor.

The hand on his head would not let Spock pull back far, now. A very limited range of motion, it seemed. Or, none at all as pressure was applied, forcing the mouth back down.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?