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.

[dctr_mccoy]

Fuck, he was being fucking stalked and taken down like some lame animal, unable to move faster because of the tangle of pants around his knees. Slammed again, his head ringing now, unable to make the noises in his ears go away. Then Spock was in his head, spreading heat everywhere, making him want it, destroying his resistance, trying to take that too, but still Bones resisted as much as he could, staring back at the naked creature but not letting him inside.

If he had the capacity to still reason he'd be a little proud at how he was holding on. But inside he was aware this was now a losing battle.

[cso_spock]

He didn't want to do this; it would take more energy than he probably had, drive him down into exhaustion again, but he wold rather work himself until he had nothing left than let Leonard walk out that door, not his and never his. His hand shifted from Leonard's throat to his face, the pads of his fingers pressing where they had so many months before under entirely different circumstances.

This wasn't about taking Leonard into his mind just yet, about sharing a memory or touching their minds like two teenagers in an awkward corner. He wanted to make Leonard feel it, and even more, he wanted him to submit to it.

Pleasure curled through Leonard, hot and sharp and from all directions as Spock dug into the workings of his mind. It was like having a hot shower, with fingers curled into him, stroking his prostate, a hand on his cock, and lips on his neck all at once, and Spock had yet to move. You won't need your clothes, He told him, half a command and half a suggestion.

Then, digging deeper into his worries. Jim is safe. Safer if you

[dctr_mccoy]

Fuck, it was warm all over, a feeling of instant pleasure, every nerve in his body stroked by those thoughts being fed to him. Worst of all he knew this was happening, knew Spock was breaking down barriers as surely as he was sliding Bones' pants down his legs, removing layers of resistance one by one, and using his trump card. He's okay?

Then his own memories flooded his head, pushed into whatever Spock was feeding him. He saw the image of the other Spock on top of Jim during his Pon Farr, even before they were them, that immediate feeling of anger and fear and someone else naked and next to Jim. He remembered seeing this Spock curling up on Jim's biobed after he got back from the Narada, seeing Bones standing there, looking back at him with dark, contented eyes as he curled up next to his captain. He remembered that fear he had, always in the back of his head that it was going to be them. That he was extra. Unnecessary

[cso_spock]

Spock threw aside the memories he found distasteful: the bits of fear and anger, someone-not-him touching Jim.

Mine, Spock corrected him with a flare of possessiveness, dispelling any and all potential that he might leave Jim alone as Leonard wanted. Like Nyota. Like you. All safe.

He could see more and more skin and the appearance of it made him impatient, made his mind press up against Leonard's with that demand for attention.

[dctr_mccoy]

No. Jim... me. Bones felt the fight in his head waning, he wanted to push him away but it was like a rubbing, gentle waves crashing into his thoughts, over and over, washing away Jim until it was only Spock there, his voice soothing him, murmuring, gentling him like a spooked horse. You.

His hands were shaking, a slight tremor that he barely noticed in the fog that were his thoughts. Bones brought them up to Spock's chest, heavy like weights and the fire of Spock's skin hot under his fingertips. There was just enough Bones left inside him to push, fingernails digging in as he shakily tried to extend his arms.

[cso_spock]

The show was a valiant effort indeed, one that made Spock feel almost pleased in regards to Leonard and the amount of will and energy he possessed. It did not, however, deter him, and he pushed his weight back against his hands, ignoring the sharp burn of superficial pain that sprang up (for now).

Leonard. It was almost a coo, almost sweet, and it felt like Spock was holding him close and would do so until his trembling fear ultimately died down. You can't hurt me.

[dctr_mccoy]

Spock. It was a whimper back, confused and unsure and hurt.

Damaged.

They were standing there, not moving, just breathing and staring. Bones could feel Spock's nakedness more than his own, their bodies touching from head to toe. This isn't right.

A détente, of sorts, for the moment.

[cso_spock]

Spock's thumb brushed under Leonard's eye, over the cheekbone. Then an arm slid around his waist, and a hand settled at the small of Leonard's back.

It will be. Eyes never wavering from Leonard's, Spock stepped back, pulling the other man's body with him and off the wall. We will make it 'right.' Another slow step, pulling Leonard with him, back towards the kitchen island.

[dctr_mccoy]

There was blood on Spock's face... his too, most likely. Bones was sore all over from the struggling, his head pounded and ached and as good as Spock's touches were, there was still something unsettled inside him.

Then he felt himself being moved from the wall and Bones knew what was next. He couldn't dig his feet into the tile, but he subconsciously pressed down, trying to stop the forward momentum.

[cso_spock]

This wouldn't stop him, either. He couldn't stop and allow those little struggles to grow into bigger ones, which would make him (and Leonard) more bloodied and bruised.

Come. Stepping and pulling simultaneously now no matter how much Leonard tried to stop him. He was mindful of the pants still trapping his ankles, but that helped more than hindered the situation. As long as Leonard was here, close to him and not slipping away, he was pleased. This quiet satisfaction flowed freely from his own thoughts.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was being moved, shifted across the floor and he could feel it happening, as if he were someone else. Having Spock in his head was fucking with him, a pleased sensation, Spock was happy, Bones' own free will being subordinated to increase that shared pleasure.

The closer they got to the kitchen island, though, the stronger his own base fear became again and he tried to turn, hands up again to hold Spock away from his body.

[cso_spock]

The pull back only made Spock's grip tighter, pulling Leonard closer against his own body so there would be less room for leverage and squirming.

Leonard. A strong pulse traveled between them, like a sonic boom through water, infused with command and passion and a little bit of anger. Spock had always had a quick temper but at least he had been able to control himself before. Now, neither of them had that luxury. This won't work. I know what I wantneed.

Spock stepped back and jerked him then, trying to shake him off his precarious balance so it would be easy to drag him and press him over the counter.

[dctr_mccoy]

Off-balance, inside and out. When he heard Spock yelling at him inside his head -loud thoughts so loud don't know what to do- and he could feel Spock's anger rising up inside. Scared him.

Bones felt himself falling, catching himself with one arm before his face hit the marble countertop. He knew immediately how exposed he was like this and tried to stand up again, his feet caught up in his tangled pants.

[cso_spock]

"Ina."

Spock bent over him, pressing him back down into the stone with the weight of his own body and strength. His fingers withdrew from pressing into Leonard's psi-points, but it hardly left him with any mental privacy: there was contact all along their body now, allowing Spock's mind to continue to push, pull, twist and submerge Leonard's with its own devices. His teeth nipped sharply from Leonard's deck down his spine. His hands roamed, low and exceptionally grabby.

[dctr_mccoy]

The weight pinning him down scared him more than anything else, that feeling of not being in control. He'd been hurt before, and lost a fight or two in his life but nothing like this, never in a position like this...

Bones could feel Spock inside his head, that somehow more intimate than the hands probing at his nakedness. Spock was trying to make him want this. Wanted him to want this, maybe even needed him to want this. He stiffened at the teeth, inhaling loud and pushing back, his hands grasping onto the slippery counter top, looking for something to hold onto.

He wasn't sure at that moment if he wanted the teeth to dig in deeper or back the fuck off.