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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[Leonard - A Further And Even More Indefinite Time Later]

[cso_spock]

Sore. That’s what his body was telling him. Spock’s mind was still reeling, still rushing from the fight like it always seemed to when Jim was involved. The hunger persisted, screaming for something warm and powerful, the nearest threat and perhaps the great conquest.

Spock had never felt more Vulcan in his life, though he probably wouldn’t recall this in the future.

Out in the hall, on the second floor landing, he shouldered a wall as he fumbled with the communicator, trembling fingers prying open the case. Why? They were both asleep and why did he still burn, a tangible ache in his thoughts-

“Leonard.” He kept the growl from his voice-wouldn’t do to scare the prey from the nest. “Leonard. It is Jim, at my ha-kel.” The perfect lure, so easy to choose. “He needs you. I need you.”

The communicator dropped from his hand to the floor, unworthy of his attention now that he could picture the prize on the horizon. He slunk down the staircase, all quiet footsteps and movements.

[cso_spock]

"Resting." He told him what he had told Jim, assuming because he hadn't seen otherwise, just soft lashes on Nyota's cheeks and the steady rise and fall of her breathing. "Friend, mate, t'hy'la," Hissing the last word, Spock leaned forward, swiping for some part of Leonard's shirt over the space of the kitchen island.

[dctr_mccoy]

T'hy'la... Bones knew that word, remembered all that happened with the others when they went through this Vulcan ritual. He remembered the other Spock on top of Jim, on top of him for a brief moment before he was sedated, but fuck, even then it took two of them and three doses to get him down.

He was thinking too much, too fast, and now he was fucked 'cause Spock had his shirt again, fuck, this is why he was a doctor and not a soldier. Spock was pulling him and Bones could feel the fabric tearing in Spock's fingers. Feigning a step to the left, he turned and moved right, trying to get out of there.

[cso_spock]

Spock half slid across the island to get to Leonard, quick steps and finally lurching forward to get a hold of Leonard, and pull him back towards the clean, flat surface of the island. "I tire...of resistance, Leonard," He murmured as he lifted him up by his shirt and pinned him down against the countertop. "Jim's." He tore the shirt open, ripping buttons and any future potential it had. "Yours." His attention fell to the trousers, now.

[dctr_mccoy]

He slid on the counter, the smooth surface giving him something to work with, still trying to get away. Jim.... Bastard mentioned Jim, which spurred something angry in his head. His shirt was rags now, and Spock was going after his pants with a fucking determined look. Bones leveled a determined look back at him. No.

From this vantage point Bones could get a knee up and he kicked as hard as he could in Spock's direction and scrambled backwards on the island countertop.

[cso_spock]

This was getting difficult. The fight this time was more defensive than Jim's, and he foresaw in the near future plenty of throwing, shoving, pinning into hard and unyielding surfaces.

The kick sent him back against the cabinets, bouncing a little off of their oh-so-comfortable face. It twisted his balance, so he had to stop first before going after Leonard again, swiping for an ankle, a limb, or if he was lucky, a pant leg. Achieving nudity appeared to be half the battle.

[dctr_mccoy]

It gave him enough time to try get his ass off that island, and back onto the floor, where he had a better chance. His mind was reeling, Jim had to be upstairs, how was he gonna get up there and then back down, fuck, what if Jim was hurt...

But Spock had him again, pants this time, and Bones kicked at him again, laying on his back and trying to free his leg from that grip, feeling like he was starting to lose his breath now. Harder to breath... Fuck.

[cso_spock]

Squirming. He narrowly missed getting kicked in the arm--something else that surely would have hurt more than it should--and took the opportunity to haul himself up onto the island with Leonard. The marble was hard against his knees but he could deal with that later, when he cared.

"Leonard." His hands darted forward, grasping both sides of his face in a vice-tight grip. "Kroika." He commanded him to stop, words and telepathy and the sheer force of his presence all committed to this one purpose.

[dctr_mccoy]

But he didn't stop moving, even when Spock had his head in his hands; this freed his arms and Bones pushed back as hard as he could, not letting Spock pin him down for long.

Kroika. He could feel the words, Spock's command loud inside his head but his connection to someone else, someone he needed to find and protect, was stronger. Stop it.

[cso_spock]

Contrary to what he wanted, Leonard did have a bit of strength on him, a kind of quiet but ever-present strength that made Spock, in his more rational mind, gravitate towards the doctor, nursing his own lust and childish admiration.

Right now, it was inconvenient. It nearly sent him off the countertop, saved only by a hasty grab at the sink faucet that may or may not have to be replaced later. Again, his body lurched forward, this time grabbing for Leonard's wrists, something to pin down. If he could get close enough, then he wouldn't have to worry about being kicked off, either, and he could simply wait until Leonard was tired and pliable, like Jim.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was thinking along the same lines - Spock could grab his hands or get into this head, but not both. But it was getting harder and harder to push back each time, Bones was more tired than he should be, the gravity beginning to work against him, and in Spock's favor.

He stilled a moment, gathering his energy for one more try. One foot caught the edge of a cabinet, and Bones pushed backward, sending them both off the island. The crash hurt like fuck, Bones hitting the floor and feeling it all over, his head swimming and Spock sprawled on top of him, but he couldn't stop, not now.

Bones scrambled backwards on the floor as fast as he could.

[cso_spock]

Spock hadn't expected that, tumbling and feeling the effects of gravity first hand. His wrist hit the tile and that hurt, blinding white that had him hissing into Leonard's shoulder, dark Vulcan words that he hadn't uttered in years and that sounded like a death curse off his tongue.

Again, he ignored it in favour of what he yearned for, what he didn't have yet. Spock let him scramble as he readied for the pounce, waiting for Leonard get to the optimal distance before he leapt forward, tackling him into the ground.

[dctr_mccoy]

This time his head did hit the floor and Bones saw stars, his eyes closed as he felt Spock's body covering his, grabbing at his hands again. His chest hurt too, but there wasn't time to think about that. His mind was beginning to race with what might be happening, and how wrong this was, how this wasn't supposed to happen. Not to him...

Where is Jim? He looked up at Spock, not recognizing the person looking back at him. Why are you doing this?

[cso_spock]

His hands palmed Leonard's stomach, roaming over his sides before beginning to tug at his trousers. Upstairs, his mental voice chimed, not giving him any new information than before. Wantyou. Tug, tug. Tug. On a whim, Spock rocked up to kiss him, biting his lip and tasting.

[dctr_mccoy]

He felt what Spock was doing, felt it shifting him around on the floor but his head was bright white lights, spinning. Can't. Not with you. With Jim.

Then he felt his pants being pulled down and panic set it, all of a sudden this shit was real and happening and no one had done that to him, just Jim, only Jim, and fuck he had to get out of this place now.

So when Spock brought his mouth up to his, Bones breathed in once, then closed his eyes and bit down hard on Spock's lip, hard as he could, tasting blood - his or Spock's, he didn't know. Using the split second of distraction he'd gained, Bones rolled out from under him, scooting back as fast as he could.

[cso_spock]

This wasn't the first time his lip had been split, that he tasted copper on his tongue and felt it drip down his chin (and didn't care). Spock watched as Leonard scooted back more, and then followed. First lazily, on hands and knees like a great jaguar, and then he leapt up, grabbed Leonard, and slammed him body-to-body up against the wall.

Don't be afraid. He hissed in mind, perhaps aloud, too, one hand around his throat holding his head up. The fire poured into Leonard's mind, filling his senses until it burned on his skin like it did for Spock, a quiet roar like a distant ocean. Yet it all remained at the surface, nothing hazy or questionable about Spock standing right up against him with dark green blood trailing down his chin, staring at him with wide black eyes, something uncomfortably hard pressed to his hip.