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

Mar 27, 2010 02:02

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 ( Read more... )

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[Jim - An Indefinite Amount of Time Later] cso_spock March 27 2010, 08:54:33 UTC

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 ( ... )

cso_spock March 27 2010, 21:42:10 UTC

The blood didn't even register. Why would it? Foreign red liquid on a hardwood floor that already had a pattern of orange and red. At the moment all he care about was that Jim was here, he was weak, and Spock saw was an opportunity.

Spock stepped up to him, quiet and quick, and hauled him back to his feet again. There was enough disorientation there that he could move Jim across the floor and around the corner of the hall, like assisting a drunk man too dazed to walk. This wouldn't last forever, but Spock would take what he could get.

kirktastic March 27 2010, 21:44:51 UTC

With a shake of his head to clear it, but not clearing it of the pain he felt throbbing in it, Jim tried to focus. Stairs? He vaguely remembered the outlay of the house from when he had been there the first time. Spock was trying to get him upstairs... to Nyota? Spock would have him trapped in a bedroom.

At the very base of the stairs, he put his foot out in the path of Spock's feet and tried to grab for the railing.

cso_spock March 27 2010, 22:06:06 UTC

"Ina." He stopped dead, the only hope for steadying himself, and reached out to snatch Jim's wrist away from grabbing the railing. Spock held the other man tight, bruising skin and squeezing, almost squeezing the breath from his lungs. "Jim. Jim." Why did he persist? Did he have to stun him once more, to make him understand? Any choices had already been made.

kirktastic March 27 2010, 22:12:49 UTC

"Nn-!" It hurt, shit did it hurt. It was hard to breathe like this, his head screaming to get a bigger breath of air. It wasn't the first time in Jim's life he had felt like he had no way of winning against it never gave up anyway but it was the first time against someone he cared about.

Sex. The sex didn't matter, and from the heat constantly pouring off of Spock Jim had no doubt that was exactly what Spock wanted. It was what would come with that. What Spock had wanted from Nyota. What the other Spock had with his counterpart. What the older Spock had had with his Jim.

A bond.

That scares the shit out of Jim in ways fighting, sex, or whatever the hell this was could. Spock STOP IT! He felt a wave of Spock against his mind, angry and instinct and fire, and it was as dizzying a blow as the wall had been.

cso_spock March 27 2010, 22:40:34 UTC

INA. The onslaught continued. As long as Jim was dizzy, Jim could be manipulated. Spock had been drunk long enough on it that it was all he was, but surely it would overwhelm Jim, make him pliable and willing and receptive.

The stairs were not any more an obstacle as the hallway had been, just more distance to cover with Jim at his side and in his arms, and soon enough they were at the second floor landing, a number of doors available for his purposes.

kirktastic March 27 2010, 22:56:02 UTC

It was just as Spock started to drag him to a bedroom, just outside of the door and seeing a neatly made bed inside, that Jim made his move. He twisted his arm under Spock's, hooked his leg behind Spock's, and threw the Vulcan over his hip and through the open bedroom door.

If he could find Nyota, fast, and urge Spock onto her sorry Nyota maybe he could get out of there. Just had to get to his cycle...

He tried to bolt for the next bedroom door.

cso_spock March 27 2010, 23:20:08 UTC

His shoulder meeting the hardwood didn't feel particularly nice, either, but he could--did--ignore it. Jim was running, and not into his bed, not into his hands, but away.

It just made his blood burn even more. He twisted, flipped onto his feet and shooting back out into the hall. A brief flicker of a survey of the environment, enough to take in the fact Jim was within sight, within grasp. All at once, he darted forward for him. Too many clothes on his Jim.

kirktastic March 27 2010, 23:33:05 UTC

Shit! It wasn't the right room! Nyota had to be in the next--

Suddenly, a hundred and seventy pounds of horny Vulcan slammed into the back of him. Jim fell forward ungracefully, grunting as he slammed into the ground. It drove breath out of him, made his vision flicker black for just a split second. He tried to scramble up, tried to get out of the enclosed space, but Spock had hands on his shirt, his pants.

He heard the tear of fabric and groaned quietly. Shit, shit.

cso_spock March 28 2010, 00:24:21 UTC

The strength of the fabric was, thankfully, not as resistive as Jim was trying to be. It solved the problem of getting Jim nude, but there was no bed in this room. No matter--he could move Jim's dead weight with little problem. If he needed to.

JimJim... An endless litany now, as he ran his hands over the new exposed skin as trousers and boxers and shirts became irrelevant. He leaned over his body, mouthing at the back of Jim's neck.

kirktastic March 28 2010, 00:48:18 UTC

Jim groaned again as he felt Spock's mouth hot against his neck, eyes squeezing shut. He gripped at nothing, at the hard wood of the floor. It felt good, it was Spock after all who knew his body and mind.

It was too hot, far too hot, until he felt on fire himself.

cso_spock March 28 2010, 01:01:52 UTC

Better. Jim wasn't bucking, shouting, or arguing; Spock almost rumbled with the satisfaction of it. In fact, he just might have.

His fingertips trickled down Jim's back before massaging at his buttocks, feeling the muscle tighten. Fixing at his hips, then, he pulled Jim's body back against his, friction against his cock through the boxers. Even the minor relief made him shudder, forehead bent to press against Jim's back, breaths coming out in erratic puffs of exertion and desperation.

kirktastic March 28 2010, 01:05:07 UTC

Was Spock going to just rut against him?

Fuck, Jim had been taken without any prep before but... it was never good. It was usually downright painful and tore him up. Fuck. Fuck. "Spock," he gasped out. Had to get Spock off. Fuck he had to...

His head throbbed as he put two fingers into his mouth and tried to reach down to himself, to get something to help himself. He couldn't keep fighting Spock like this; his head felt like one giant bruise.

cso_spock March 28 2010, 01:22:20 UTC

"Jim?" A question, watching as Jim's hands moved about, as he sucked on two fingers. His own hand crept up, curled over Jim's wrist, firm but not constricting. Spock didn't know what was gentle anymore, in a human context.

"What are you doing?" Suspicious, nails digging into Jim's hips unconsciously.

kirktastic March 28 2010, 01:25:36 UTC

Dammit. Jim twisted, wincing as his head complained with the motion. "Trying to lube myself up!" He snarled it, eyes fierce. He could feel the burn of nails against his hip, the fingers biting into the already made bruises on his wrist.

cso_spock March 28 2010, 02:35:07 UTC

Spock shook his head, and pulled Jim's wrist back while he pulled his torso up, molding to his own as they came up to stand on their knees. There are other things. His grip shifted to Jim's arm above the elbow, and he rolled back onto his feet, wrenching Jim with him.

The bedroom Jim had been so reluctant to enter before had its own advantages besides a soft bed and pillows.

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