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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"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.

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Spock slowly settled, the glass bells now purely painful in the wake of his release. His eyes glittered as he watched Pike's every movement.

"You leave me no control."

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The four remaining glass globes were removed with light pressure to pull the skin away and unseal the vacuum. They were placed aside, then Pike reached down and swirled a fingertip through the whiteness on Spock's stomach. "That is entirely the point."

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The removal of each globe made him gasp, the welts almost throbbing with his pulse.

"I should not allow it."

But he made no move to stir from under Pike's hand.

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"But you do." He sucked the moisture from his fingertip and sat back, taking in the sight of the Vulcan as Spock lay on his bed. The bruises were vivid on his pale skin, his hair was messy, and dignity in shambles. Pike never thought Spock looked better.

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Spock turned over with a feline grace, smearing his semen and his scent on his captain's bedding. He closed the short distance between them with a loose-limbed crawl.

"You said I could touch you."

He didn't wait for a response, ducked his head to lick at the puckered scar tissue he helped to tend.

"You could mark me more permanently."

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Pike's eyes closed momentarily at the touch of heat on the sensitive scar. He breathed out, "I did not give permission," Yet he made no move to stop Spock. It was like having a very large, dangerous feline in his bed. Letting him stroke and tease, but who knew how long before it would dare to strike out with claws?

Spock's comment of marking more permanently made his eyes open again, and he looked to Spock with a silent raised eyebrow. The tone it had been spoken in clearly said Spock had something in mind.

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He bit lightly. The urge to mark Pike as his was strong, to leave bruises anyone else who accepted an invitation would see - and take as warning. But he bit lightly, not enough to mark in any public way. The scar was his mark, whether the others knew it or not.

"You were scarred for me. I would accept a similar mark in return."

He nosed up Pike's arm to the shoulder, growled his frustration at the vest obstructing his path.

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It was interesting to hear how Spock thought of the scar. To him, it meant little. It had not impaired his life, and he heard whispers concerning how he might have gotten the scar. The rumors were entertaining.

"Would you, now?" He watched Spock's frustration with the vest and undid the front of it, allowing it to be able to be slid from his shoulders. A scar would be a far more permanent mark in Spock's skin.

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The growl shifted to a grumbling rumble as Spock stripped the vest off of Pike's body.

He looked up sharply, eyes fierce and hot.

"I am not unaware of how others regard me. Or your... responses."

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Damn, just how much had Spock learned? "You have said nothing in the past." He met those burning eyes, visible displeasure in his own. He had believed he had kept his work silent and unknown.

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Spock held the gaze and then turned to work Pike's boots, and then his socks, off.

"You have not spoken of it either. But I am not motivated by gratitude."

A human emotion, not a Vulcan one.

Pike's pants were the next task.

"If you wished to claim me, I would accept it."

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Pike halted Spock's actions, studying him closely. His choice to mark Spock as he chose gave unlimited possibilities. "Lay back. Let me chose."

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Pike had not even hesitated. It set something inside Spock a-light. It was not quite sexual arousal but it had a similar edge. He dropped Pike's pants over the side of the bed and leaned back against the pillows. Waiting.

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Stripped down, Pike was a man who had seen hard battle and stayed in that constant state of it. Finding Pike down in the gym was a fairly regular sight. The newest scars, the one on his arm, was a bright white compared to the older, faded scars that dotted the rest of him. The Empire's medicine was excellent, but that did not mean they cared much about the canvas they worked upon.

The concept of putting his mark on Spock was a bold one. It would forever give him some measure of command over Spock, even if Spock should chose to leave his service. Considering the attitude about Vulcans among humans, it would give a literal claim over Spock in the eyes of the Empire. Yet there was little doubt in Pike's mind that Spock knew exactly what he was offering.

Somewhere easily exposed but hidden during the normal course of the day focused on places where a shirt or cuff could be pulled. The hip seemed a perfect place, broad and flat and sensitive. Pike slid his fingertips across the prime location, debating.

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He did not sit passively. Spock traced the scars he could reach, mapped them over Pike's skin, with sensitive fingertips and light scratches of fingernails.

A breath hissed out at Pike's hands to the plane of his hip and Spock's cock twitched in response.

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"Interested again already?" Pike nudged the flaccid flesh with the side of his finger. He was ignoring his own need for now, desiring better things. He reached out and grasped one of Spock's touching hands and turned it over, pausing. A thought was burrowing out of his mind, and intrigued him.

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"The required refractory period for Vulcans is rather shorter than that required by humans."

And Spock was very young.

But his body's interest was an automatic thing - Spock himself was more interested in what Pike would choose.

Others would think it any permanent marking was a confirmation - that Spock was Pike's slave. But the belief would benefit them both. Others would not dare to attempt to claim Spock (he ignored the image of watchful hazel eyes that sprang to mind) if they believed him to be Pike's property; nor would they realize what Spock truly was, underestimating him as another slave broken to leash and whip.

He did not offer it lightly. And the excitement working its way through him had little to do with the practical reasons.

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"So I've encountered," Pike said drolly, thinking of their weeks and weeks of play together. He turned Spock's hand over, his thumb caressing the prominent edges of bone protruding just beneath thin pale skin. The flat space that made up the underside of the wrist would be painfully sensitive and dangerous to cut into or burn, yet the constant almost-visible nature of it appealed to him.

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Even after orgasm, his hands were painfully sensitive - in part because of the perfectly circular welts decorating his palms and the backs of his hands, almost black-emerald in color. Pike's thumb sent flares up Spock's nerve endings. His eyes closed and his head tipped back in enjoyment.

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"Here." Pike decided, gripping Spock's wrist and pressing his thumbs into the exact location. Already, an image was forming in his mind. On his parents ranch, when he was a young thing not hardened by the academy, he had marked his prized beast with his own special brand, much like his parents had theirs. What was Spock, if not a prized beast?