The Past Remembered - The Brand

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[OOC: This occurs during the year 2253. The year that Pike and Spock left from was 2263, so this was ten years ago. They were only bonded five years ago, to put things into perspective.]

It was not even a full year into their five year mission, but already things had become interesting with his young crew. They desired to rise in the ranks with more urgency then older crews, say the one he had left behind on the I.S.S. Yorktown, but they were young fools without realizing the consequences of having little to no experience in not only the possible new rank, but even in the ways of assassination. Several weak attempts had already been made for his life, but they had been easily dealt with early on. Now things had settled and they were all dealing with their newly acquired positions or grumbling about the failures they had suffered.

There were four in particular that still concerned him, and Pike was keeping the closest eyes on them. The first was his helmsman, Hikaru Sulu. The young man was brilliant in his abilities in flight, absolutely ruthless, but he would not leave alone any young lady that walked onto the bridge. The second was his navigator, the scruffy haired child who was the youngest on his ship. Chekov seemed innocent, but was anything but. He was a silent assassin, vicious and very good at what he did. Pike still couldn't find the body of the person he had originally chosen to be his alpha navigator. Nyota Uhura was dangerous. She was one of the few women to reach as high as she had without sleeping with anyone; she just killed anyone who was in her way. They were often found in their beds, and it often involved a lot of blood.

Then there was Spock, the last of his crew that he was dealing with more often then expected. He heard the constant rumors about 'the Vulcan' on their crew. People were afraid of him, even as they tried to hide it with false bravado. He had taken a shine to the young Vulcan he had bent over the console on the bridge his first day and proven to the crew he had no fear of those who, as rumors put it, 'could turn his mind to mush and drink it through a straw.'

Spock was his, chosen by him when everyone else was too foolish to see possibility. He had been forced to defend Spock on several occasions, most without Spock knowing he had stepped in. One attempt already included a small group who decided to take care of the 'green-blood' on their ship. It had been all too recently that he had been forced to step up and defend Spock in a more physical manner, to prove his point. Spock was a part of his crew, and despite the rumors passing between ships and across Starfleet, was not a slave.

The flesh around his right arm was still tender, itching and burning alternatively despite the incident having happened just over a month ago. It was an ugly reminder of the whip that had curled around his forearm and burned through the skin to the bone. McCoy's skilled hands had been part of fixing it, but also Spock's diligence in making up for the marks by helping him to tend it. Pike was surprised to realize he had begun to trust the young science officer.

He had brought Spock to his rooms more then once a week for a while now, mostly enjoying the mix of resentment and almost puppy-like devotion that came from the half-Vulcan and teaching him the base pleasures of pain and sex. It was almost impossible to find such a raw mass of possible talent that had no molding what so ever, and he had it in one convenient package. He sent the boy back to his own quarters each night, unless he planned to keep Spock trussed up for the entire night.

Pike looked across the room to the collection of leather, metal, and toys he had in mostly plain sight. The weaponry that crossed the walls was more vivid, but the collection was impressive that he allowed it to be displayed. When he wanted to enjoy someone, even more so when they were going to fight back, he wanted to always have something appropriate on hand to deal with them. In fact, the more they fought, the better it often was. Spock had gone back to his bed with no end of marks on his wrists, ankles, neck, and elsewhere.

Tonight, he had yet to decide what he would do with the young Vulcan. The possibilities were endless, and he had yet to find the limits of how far he could push the boy.

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Those sounds were exactly what he wanted. They poured through him, making him burn. The sheer idea that it was him that was pulling those sounds from Spock's lips, breaking down the barriers he constantly held. "Let it all go, Spock." He spoke monotone, quiet, but the aura of his command rang through. "Let me see you let it all go."

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Pike's eyes stripped another layer of his logic from him and Spock shifted his posture so that, even in his reclining state, he looked open, inviting, hungry.

Earlier Spock had considered it shameful to want, had restrained himself from asking. Now it seemed foolish - the want was of benefit to them both; it was his pride that kept him so apart.

"You may, of course, look for the entire expanse of the evening if you wish. But I would rather touch you in return."

He moaned without restraint at the ghosting of Pike's bare hand over his skin.

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Spock was starting to ask for things in return. It was a small but intriguing change in the game between them, and Pike tinkered with the concept of allowing it. "When I'm done." He finally allowed, giving a purposeful jostle of the glass globes on Spock's chest and starting to add new ones. Two higher on the chest, ones along the ripples of abdomen, ones pulling the tender skin where hip and thigh and groin all came together. Like last time, he left the hands until the end.

Those he stroked each palm with his thumb, an unintentional mimic of a kiss nearly. He smoothed out the palm before adding the first of the two globes, wanting to watch Spock's reaction to it.

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Acceptance. At this point, buzzing with sensory input, Spock accepted whatever Pike wanted to do to his body.

The vacuum inside the glass drew at the skin of his palm, made him whimper and shake, cock leaking against the angular plane of his belly.

"Please."

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"Please what?" He had no intention of touching Spock where he needed it most, at least not yet. Was it possible to increase the sensitivity of the hands enough to have Spock release without additional touch? The concept of the experiment had enough interest for him to want to try it.

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His constant shifting against the sheets was a delicious agony on his back - and he could feel new bruises forming under the glass bells Pike had applied to his frontside. Spock's hands were shaking at the pleasurable torment that heightened as the minutes passed.

"I do not know."

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"Then I won't do anything until you decide." Pike moved to sit back on the bed, leaning on an elbow calmly as he watched Spock. His other hand drifted to his trousers and released the fly, allowing him to pull himself free of the confining fabric. Each stroke was lazy in its movements, eyes locked on Spock's shuddering body.

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The high whine at the back of Spock's throat clearly expressed his frustration. If he knew what he needed.... The shifting of his hips took on the same lazy tempo as Pike's strokes.

"How much time like this?"

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"Until I say otherwise," Pike replied, his eyes drifting half closed as he watched Spock's movements. He debated if he wanted to removed the glass globes from everywhere but Spock's hands and nipples, then take him with the suction remaining on his more sensitive places. Maybe, instead, he would finish his idea for an experiment and release himself across the newly formed bruises on Spock's body. The idea of brilliant green crossed on white seemed an excellent one.

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Pike was still fully dressed. For some reason the contrast between his captain, still in uniform, with his own nudity struck Spock as highly appropriate.

But it wasn't enough - he was stretched taut across, balancing between too much and needing more.

"Captain, please." He needed Pike's touch, the painful, controlling hand. "I want."

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"You want what?" He was sure he could draw the words out of Spock, let the filthy words taint. The fact that Spock could move any time he wanted, rip free the glass and fight, yet he did not by Pike's sheer command alone was a point of pleasure greater then any other.

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His head jerked sharply in negation but he whispered the words anyway.

"Your hands, I want them. I need more, some small hurt. Permission. Or command. Christopher, please."

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"Better." Pike moved across the bed, rewarding Spock with a brush of his backs of his fingernails up the exposed inner wrist, brushing the edge of the wrist and the glass globe in Spock's palm. "What do you want permission for?"

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it was not quite like ice but Pike's fingernails were cool and smooth against his fevered skin, a pale jade flush colored his skin as though he had been exherting himself in some sort of struggle.

"To remove these and touch you."

Spock craved his orgasm but for that... he would wait for a command.

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"If I gave you permission, how would you touch me?" He stroked the sensitive place where palm and fingers met on Spock's hand. He wanted that struggle to end in failure for Spock, to have him succumb entirely. It was exquisite torture, one that would bring its own pain if Spock did not let go.

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He was clearly participating in the madness of his own downfall.

"I wish to taste your skin. Want... I want to place my own mark upon you."

Spock's fingers flexed, curled under the stroking and his breath choked in his throat at the pull of the skin across his palm combined with the warm tingle where their fingers touched.

The soft touches, at odds with the vaccum pulling bruised welts into his flesh, wound him tighter and his panting took on a desperate quality. Not enough air, he was burning.

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"What mark would you place?" The hitches of breath could be heard clearly in the quiet room, as Pike brought his head close enough that he could ghost a breath across the Vulcan's fingertips. The more he kept Spock talking, the farther he would slip into the madness that came just before release.

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He did not, strictly speaking, have permission for the action but Spock pressed the backs of his hands against the sheets, scraped the throbbing welts there against the weave of the fabric. The material had felt so soft at first; now it was an edge of pain keeping him from flying apart at the feel of Pike's breath, the image of his mouth so close to Spock's fingers.

"My teeth, I would mark you with teeth. Your arm."

The scar that wrapped around his captain's forearm was, Spock knew, considered disfiguring by many who observed it. But Pike had received it in Spock's place - it belonged to Spock.

"Others should see."

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"You've managed to hide or heal every mark I've given you," Pike suddenly picked up Spock's hand and dragged his teeth across the bruised skin, "Why should I allow any from you?" The power he held in his hands was immense, something he teased out over the span of weeks now.

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The cry left his throat like a wounded bird and his body jerked at the pleasure of it.

"I cannot hide these." His free hand spasmed, and he curled his fingers around the glass, grasped it - he must hold to something. "And I do not entertain others."

Vulcans did not share. Spock harbored no illusions - he had no right to lay claim or make demand. But he did not have to like it.

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"You will not entertain others." Pike's tone fell into something dangerously close to jealousy. "If I find another's mark on your body, you will both pay." His thumb dug into the injured flesh, pressing hard on the bruise.

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His cry was closer to a scream this time - it was almost enough, almost what he needed.

"I do not desire others."

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Pike's own breath stuttered at the sound of Spock's voice, a small sign of its effect on Pike's body. He rewarded the statement by pulling Spock's hand so that the welt lay against his lips. His tongue caressed it once before he pressed his teeth in a sharp bite.

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He had wanted to wait, tried to wait in order to demonstrate how true to his captain's word he could be. But the bite shoved him past the limits he had been teetering on. The orgasm wracked him, the pull of Pike's possessive words still thrilling him as the roar of blood in his ears blotted out his own whimpered, lip-bitten moan.

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Pike drank in every moment of Spock's release, capturing the image of the exact expression Spock held during it. The thick ejaculate covered Spock's stomach and marked himself as neatly as any of the welts. He let his hand wonder down to his thighs and found heat, squeezing tightly to keep it from over whelming him.