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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[cso_spock]

He had spent some time with Leonard, pressed up against him and feeling out the avenues he had created during their active time. The time was also spent simply touching, familiarizing himself with muscle and bone and thought.

But, eventually, Spock had to visit his other mates, too.

Jim had been moved not too long before Leonard had arrived. Asleep (and therefore compliant) he had been easy to move across the hall and into the master bedroom. When he left, Jim had been laying haphazardly across the bed with Nyota, and when he returned, it was still rather haphazard but in a different position.

Pleased, Spock found a comfortable space between them. He didn't quite sleep, but his eyes were closed as he had both hands roaming over both of their bodies, stroking and grabbing with no real purpose. Not yet.

[kirktastic]

Jim started to stir with the touches, but his body wanted nothing to do with it. Every part of him hurt - his back, his face, his wrists, his head. He could feel the warmth of Spock against his chest, could feel that something in his head again, trying to encourage his body into that same state of hungerheatneed.

It woke him up the rest of the way like a cold splash of water.

Leave me alone. Fuck, fuck... he didn't want this anymore. He didn't want any of it... he wanted to...

His body shuddered. Fuck.

He breathed in slowly, the strong scent of Spock ... and oil? Not lube, but thick oil like cooking oil. He very slowly tried to sit up, wincing. Hell, he'd gotten beat to shit and felt better than this.

[cso_spock]

Oh, Jim was awake.

Jim was awake, and therefore able to receive his attentions again. Spock twisted, sat up as Jim tried, and jerked him close to sit in his lap.

Hands cascaded down his back as Spock's teeth found his shoulder again, scraping at the skin none-too-gently. Jim. His hands went lower, found his ass and kneaded the muscle there. JimJimJim... Maybe something gentle but quick, maybe something quiet and drawn out, Spock didn't care. He wanted, had gone too long without, and surely one of his adun'a was rested?

[kirktastic]

"Nnnrrr..!" Jim groaned at the bite, shoulder twisting to get out of it. Spock was pressing into his skin, pressing into already formed bruises. His eyes squeezed shut as he took a shuddering breath.

He turned in place, wanting to shove Spock off. His eyes lifted to Spock's body, and he hesitated. There were bruises on Spock's skin. New ones... Why, why wasn't Spock going after Nyota? She was right there, she wanted this. Had agreed to it. His eyes flickered over to her and he let out a breath. She looked... fine. Maybe it had gone better for her.

He didn't feel Spock in his head, not like he had--

The bond? Was it there?

[cso_spock]

It was impossible to tell, at least for the human mind, whether it was there while Spock was so close, shoving his own thoughts forward to mingle in with Jim's. Under normal circumstances his thoughts would have been more varied than details about carnal relations, but there wouldn't be any thoughts about anything else for several more days.

"Hizhuk, Jim," He murmured, and then rocked forward. Jim was pinned back into the bed, Spock's hands on his shoulders to keep him there.

[kirktastic]

Jim growled at the 'quiet', growled at the pain that flared through his back from the bruising. He wanted to kick out at Spock, throw him off... but it just didn't matter. Spock had completely over powered him... it had felt like being back in the hands of Ayel, of Nero... he fought, he fought... had he fought enough?

He looked up at the person wearing Spock's face and let out a shaking breath.