It was possible, Spock considered as he lay in a dizzy shambles on his captain's bed, letting Pike heal his wrist enough to stop the bleeding and clean up the green-soaked towels, that he should have considered this more thoroughly. Not that he regretted it in either the human or Vulcan sense. But as willingly as he'd accepted the mark, his need for freedom chaffed at his mind.
Pike had legal claim to him now.
Spock's legs shifted, restless.
But Pike had always provided the opportunity for refusal. Spock trusted that his captain was not looking for a true slave. He had simply not anticipated how strongly the mark would act upon him - Spock realized with a slow unfolding that if Pike did want a true slave that he might not be able to say no. Pike had pushed Spock so far from the comfortable if isolated paths that he knew - the landscape was entirely different now.
The only think that quelled the half-formed panic was Spock's sense of rightness - even if he were struggling intellectually with the concept of allowing this man to... own him, the more primal nature that moved inside of him was vibrating with mak, with the profound ecstasy of belonging.
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Date: 2009-12-16 04:15 pm (UTC)Pike had legal claim to him now.
Spock's legs shifted, restless.
But Pike had always provided the opportunity for refusal. Spock trusted that his captain was not looking for a true slave. He had simply not anticipated how strongly the mark would act upon him - Spock realized with a slow unfolding that if Pike did want a true slave that he might not be able to say no. Pike had pushed Spock so far from the comfortable if isolated paths that he knew - the landscape was entirely different now.
The only think that quelled the half-formed panic was Spock's sense of rightness - even if he were struggling intellectually with the concept of allowing this man to... own him, the more primal nature that moved inside of him was vibrating with mak, with the profound ecstasy of belonging.
It thrilled through him.