Divide and Conquer - [Surprise Pon Farr] - [Day 5 of NVC]
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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Something told him this was pointless. He winced as his head throbbed, and his back in tandem with it. He was sure he had a bruise on his face as well from being cracked earlier.
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Spock reached over to swipe it, and held it in front of Jim's face. A small, quiet offering, even though its exact purpose escape him at the moment in his limited reasoning.
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A flicker of a memory. Bones and Jim in their room. Late. Talking about Jo... Bones mentioning about Jo's universe and...
The four of them. All bonded together.
Where was Bones? Shit... shit...
Jim grabbed the lube before Spock changed his mind. He popped it open, trying to think. The pain in his head, back, wrist.. the fire constantly pouring across his very mind made that whole thinking thing difficult. He popped it open, wondering what the hell it was only for a second. He didn't even bother giving it to Spock and just poured it over his own fingers, groaning as his wrist bitched as he pulled up a leg and tried to work it inside him awkwardly.
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Soon, he couldn't wait anymore, not when the prize was laid out right in front of him like this. His grip tightened, and he couldn't possibly be any harder, or pressed any closer, without actually fucking the man below him.
"Jim." A small tone of desperation again, leaning forward a little, pressing Jim's knee in towards his chest.
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I'm sorry, Bones.
It wasn't entirely unwanted, but everything Jim had only vague concepts of... that was. There was no way to keep Spock out of his mind. The fire was getting into him too deep, burning him as well.
Jim dropped the lube somewhere over the side of the bed and nodded. Acceptance.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
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Yet Spock was not so easily sated. He was young, strong and healthy thanks to Jim himself, and had already accustomed itself to running off energy reserves since the first minute with Nyota.
Soon, his fingers pressed to Jim's temples, positions correct out of muscle memory alone, and there was so much more than just the fire alone.
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How long it went on, Jim didn't know. Time dissolved into meaningless nothing, his body reacting to Spock's fire until it needed this as much as Spock himself did. The pain of his hand remained a constant, the muscles of the fingers bruising in Spock's grip. He gave it back in smaller ways - Spock's blood from his lip was a taste in Jim's mouth, scraps of his nails on the shoulders and back.
He knew it was coming only seconds before it happened, when he felt Spock's fingers at his temples. It didn't stop Spock's movements, but Jim lost the mind to care as the world was wiped clean.
There was nothing there but the fire, then everything. It was Spock, creating paths deep into his mind and splitting open every memory until Jim screamed, ( ... )
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Spock rested against him, carefully nursing the gaping not-empty hole at the back of his mind and Jim's. His eyes closed, his arms twined around Jim's body, and he nipped lightly at the round of his shoulder with his teeth, letting his body reset itself.
The flame rekindled itself when he wasn't looking.
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