Divide and Conquer - [Surprise Pon Farr] - [Day 5 of NVC]

[cso_spock]

It occurred to Spock that his body may not have been changing for no reason. That, by some surprise, there was some purpose for all of this, and that his erratic sleep schedule and diet were not coincidental or unrelated in any way. The internal demands to organize his new-found home should not have been taken as an independent event, either. Taken

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[Jim - An Indefinite Amount of Time Later]

[cso_spock]

Spock watched Nyota sleep. His rational mind would know that she was exhausted, limbs limp against the mattress among what remained of their bed covers. His mind replayed the image of her eyelashes fluttering shut several times as he curled around her, hand absently running over her side

Re: [Jim - An Indefinite Amount of Time Later]

[kirktastic]

Jim wasn't entirely surprised to hear from Spock as so much was going on in the last few days. But the message itself, before he could even respond, was definitely a surprise. Jim stared at the communicator in his hand for a few seconds before he snapped it shut and got up. 'Now,' Spock had said. That concerned him. Was something wrong? It just wasn't like Spock to act like that. He typed up a quick message to Bones, Bones, I'll be back in a bit... something's up with Spock - JTK.So Jim made his excuses, and slipped outside

[cso_spock]

Jim had arrived both soon and too late. Spock knew it would take time, but time more than a minute was too much. So he had waited. And paced. And frequently checked whether Nyota was still asleep.

There was the possibility Jim wouldn't enter the home if he was nude. If he was too obvious. But most of the fabrics felt too harsh, too constricting. He wouldn't be wearing any of it for long, anyway. With a frenzied search through his belongings that may have strewn clothes all over the floor, Spock managed to find a pair of silk boxers that he could...tolerate.

What he didn't anticipate was the predatory look he was giving Jim as he answered the door, one hand braced against the wall.

"...Jim."

[kirktastic]

...

This wasn't strange at all. Nope.

Not in the least.

Spock answering the door in a pair of boxers and nothing else, hair messed up and eyes wild and.. something he almost remembered but wasn't coming to mind. The hell?

Had they had a fight after a good fuck or something?

"Er, Spock? Everything okay?"

[cso_spock]

"Ha." He breathed the word before his hand darted out, grabbing at the exposed shirt underneath Jim's jacket and jerking him into the hallway. The door hissed shut, beeped locked, soft sounds all lost on him when he shoved Jim up against the wall and kissed him hard.

His hand grabbed Jim's wrist, bruising in delicate human skin, and the fire went for Jim's mind.

[kirktastic]

Jim barely got a gasp out before Spock's lips were pressed against his, hard enough that he could feel the soft tissue of his mouth almost cut on his teeth. His body tensed up more as long fingers curled around his wrist and he groaned as it hurt.

It was nothing compared to the sudden flare of heat all around him. It was a natural reaction to it all when Jim twisted his wrist hard to free it, then slammed the palm of his hand into Spock's chest to force him back.

Jim licked a bit of blood from the inside of his lower lip, gasping as he stared at Spock. Something was really, really wrong.

[cso_spock]

Resistance. It ignited all the wrong instincts, warping Jim in his eyes from not just a mate but also a challenger, testing his strength and his abilities.

Spock stepped forward again, pressing up close as his fingers found the edges of Jim's jacket and ripped. The zipper was rendered useless, and with his grip he could pull the jacket down Jim's arms. Not off--it would give him a few moments as a binding agent while he pulled at Jim's trousers. Too many clothes, coarse and unwanted beneath his fingertips.

[kirktastic]

What the fuck?!

He felt Spock pulling down at his jacket until it bound him, felt fingers grip at his trousers and start to tear. Jim growled before he kicked out at Spock's knee, bending himself over at the waist and letting his jacket slip forward off of him and leaving Spock with it.

Jim wasn't an idiot. Something was very, very wrong. He stepped backwards, not letting his eyes move away from Spock.

[cso_spock]

This resistance appeared to bring with it pain, too, unwanted sensations that blossomed bright and sharp amongst everything else he was feeling. Betrayal lingered there, too, though slowly warping into determination.

"Jim." His voice was quiet, pleading, as he slunk forward, carefully crafted reluctance until he was so, so close to Jim again. Close enough that he could slide barely-trembling fingers across the side of the Jim's throat. Allow me... "I need..." Concurrent and vague communication.

[kirktastic]

Jim's breath shook in his throat. There was an instinctual fear from touches of hands to his throat now, combined with scars that would take years to lose their sensitivity. He stared at Spock as with his touch came the burning again.

"You need what?" Jim whispered. "...Spock... where's Nyota?" Did he hurt her...? Spock's hand was shaking, like the Vulcan was restraining himself.

[cso_spock]

He wasn't being pushed away, so Spock pushed closer, sliding his other hand underneath Jim's shirt, mouthed at the other side of Jim's neck. "Our bedroom," He whispered back. "Resting."

His mind kept prodding at Jim, trying to find the avenues that it had used before to slide underneath the surface layers and revel in his honey-thoughts. WanttofeelyousanoiJim...

[kirktastic]

Spock's mind was pushing at his. Not the gentle pressure just days before, something Jim had almost revealed in, but an insisting pounding, a sneaking spy that left behind trails of fire. It was dizzying, combined with Spock's mouth against the sensitive skin on his neck.

Jim was trying to think fast. This wasn't the normal Spock he knew. Even at Spock's... worst, if it could be called that, Spock had never acted like this about sex. Fire, need, Nyota, bedroom, resting...

It slammed into Jim like a ton of bricks, all at once and suffocating. The desperation he was feeling, he had heard in Spock's voice over the comm. Memories of another Spock, leaning over him, touching him before Bones had come in. Memories of another, long ago, the sands of Vulcan...

No.

No.

Jim grabbed Spock's wrist where it was pushing his hand against his skin and twisted it back, stepping back. "Spock, no. The one you want's upstairs. Not here." Spock was marrying Nyota. Had talked about bonding to her. Those two words

[cso_spock]

Spock tore his hand free through sheer strength alone, ignoring the ache in his muscle as he did so. He growled under his breath, and his hand flexed in and out of a fist. "Ha, she is there," He grabbed at Jim again, pulling him off the wall and into his own body. "And you are. Wani 'a yana roisha aitlu-TORSHA!" And he slammed Jim back into the wall none too gently, intending to stun him.

[kirktastic]

Jim's mind barely managed to register the Vulcan's words before light flared up behind his eyes, the breath forced out of him. It cleared away every thought as the mind tried to reel itself back together after an effective stun, blinking away white.

So the fighter in him did what came naturally. Jim brought both of his arms down as hard as he could onto the soft flesh at the elbows to force them to bend, then delivered a rough punch to Spock's chest. It was weaker than he'd expected, and he had to keep focused even as his head spun.

[cso_spock]

The punch made him step back, pushed out some breath from his lungs with an ache that was unappreciated. Yet it didn't weaken him: his ancestors had faced worse in challenge for their mates, faced worse from their mates, and he wouldn't shame them by being effected.

Spock feinted for Jim's stomach and then backhanded him across the face. Something to try and knock the man in the direction of the stairs.

[kirktastic]

Effective.

Jim stumbled hard, feeling pain blossom across his cheek as he bounced off the wall and slumped against it before falling down to his knees. Spock wasn't pulling anything... it was like being on the bridge again, knowing Spock was going to kill him. Like being back on the Narada. Both against enemies that had far more power than a human in their blows.

He spat some blood, trying to ignore the ringing in his ears as he started to get back up.