Filled Prompt (1/2)
Fandom: Star Trek
Warnings: physical and sexual abuse of a child, incest, and a really, really mean and nasty Sarek, probably delves a little into the au realm as well
Pairing: Sarek/Spock, non-con
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own, never happened, most definitely not making any money.
A/N: I had to post this here because it became too long to post in a comment and I didn't want to break the parts up anywhere else. I hope this is okay.
A/N: Based on this prompt at
st_xi_kink : I need to see Spock abused. As in abused as a child. (Sarek's Pon Farr went out of control and Amanda wasn't there maybe?) And the crew finding out.
Part One: Unrepentant Sins
The first thing Sarek remembered, as he blearily opened his eyes, was the panic.
Vulcans did not panic.
Terror lingered in his mind, though. A fear, he soon realized, was not his own, but an echo from a strained link.
Curious, he thought, as he forced his stiff body to sit up, Amanda never displayed that emotion quite so intensely before.
Amanda was not here, though, his logical mind supplied, nor had she been when Pon Farr descended.
Sarek remembered now.
Amanda left for Earth to bury a relative, promising to return before the madness took hold of him.
She had not made it time. Her shuttle broke down on the return trip.
And Sarek, he’d…he’d…he had done what exactly? His mind was suspiciously blank on the matter.
It was obvious he mated, but he did not like the implications of with whom he had copulated.
There was only one other person, besides Amanda, in which he shared the necessary link to survive Pon Farr.
He peeled his sheets from sticky skin to reveal green blood splattered across the bed and his own body, confirming his hypothesis.
Sarek raped his son.
He is quiet and unsurprised by the matter. His insouciance on the incident should have disturbed him. But it doesn’t.
Instead he is strangely satisfied.
He stands, carefully, washes the evidence from his skin and locates Spock.
The child is eating his breakfast in the kitchen, sitting with his back to his father as if nothing has happened. Sarek, though, can see the slight tremors in the small shoulders; he can feel the fear in the back of his mind and hear the quiet gasp of pain.
“Spock.”
“Yes Father,” the boy replies as emotionless as him, only a small hitch of breath giving away his true feelings.
“Your lack of control of your emotions is disappointing.”
The boy’s left hand curls into a fist, but immediately relaxes.
“I am sorry, father,” Spock hesitates slightly still refusing to look at him.
Sarek finds his way to the other side of the table and finally takes in the sight of his son. His left eye is nearly swollen shut, both cheeks puffy and bruised and his lips torn from biting them to hold back the screams, his thoughts provided, but he does not know where the memory came from.
Sarek can tell, by the way Spock carefully cradles his arm to the chest, that the boy’s wrist is broken. Dark bruises encircle both wrists that travel up his arms to disappear under the sleeves of his shirt.
He’s clutching both wrists in one hand, pining the smaller body to the bed as his free hand tears the boy’s clothes from his body.
He hears the snap seconds before he feels the broken bones of Spock’s wrist shift underneath his punishing grip.
Spock gasps in pain as tears silently roll down his cheeks and Sarek is suddenly angry that his son would show such weakness in his presence.
“Control yourself,” he growls, punctuating his point with a sharp slap. Spock does not reply.
He finally ferociously tears the last article of clothing from his son’s body. The rest is lost in a haze of pleasure as he pushes Spock’s knees to his chest and forces his erection into the tiny body trapped helplessly below him.
Sarek almost feels guilty, almost, but he quietly suppresses it.
The older Vulcan can tell by the slight slouch in Spock’s posture and how his back does not quite touch the chair that there are other, hidden injuries.
“No!” Spock finally screamed after Sarek had ravished his body countless times. Sarek narrowed his eyebrows.
“You do not disobey me, child.” He shoves Spock and the boy hits the bookcase hard before sliding to the floor painfully.
He quickly descends on Spock, forcing him onto his stomach. Green blood spills onto his hands and seeps into the floor, but he is so beyond control, so deeply entrenched in the madness that he does not care.
He does not know how many days ago that was.
“Come,” he finally says, “it would be wise to treat your injuries.”
Spock does not reply, but he does follow Sarek out of the room. Spock says nothing as the bones in his wrist are painfully set and healed, he remains silent as his cuts are healed and his bruises tended to.
Spock does not allow him to take his pants off to heal the injuries hidden underneath. Sarek chides him for it, but the boy remains stubborn on the issue and so Sarek concedes.
And though Spock has not said one word, has not uttered a single exclamation of pain, Sarek can still see the hurt shining bright in his too human eyes.
***
It is seven years, 12 days, 14 hours, 3 minutes and 6 seconds since that moment and Sarek can feel the fever burning through his body demanding his attention.
He sends Amanda away without a second thought.
She says nothing, her silence the only answer he needs.
She knows. She knows what happened and she blames him, not for what happened during his last Pon Far, but for every time he’s done it since then.
The blame she feels for herself, though, is far greater than her hate for him and so she remains silent, quietly packing her things and leaving without so much as a stir of the air around them.
Spock is a gangly teenager now, all awkward angles and long, lanky limbs.
There is a much tighter Vulcan control displayed by his son and he’s almost proud. Almost, but the emotions still stir beneath the surface of his human eyes.
Sarek is possessed by those eyes.
It is something of a routine now, as he pushes the boy on his bed, to watch those beautiful eyes for any hint of emotion that might pass through them during the coming ordeal.
He does not know why he does it.
Because you are jealous, Amanda screamed at him one night.
Vulcans were never jealous. It was curiosity, nothing more.
Spock does not scream this time, not even when his leg snaps under Sarek’s weight or when his shoulder sickeningly ‘pops’ from the strain of being restrained for too long at an awkward angle.
He takes his time making the boy suffer.
Spock hobbles out the room on his broken leg when Sarek is finally satisfied. He does not allow Sarek to heal his injuries, has not since he was nine and stubbornly defiant.
Sarek retains some measure of control, though, he does not let the boy heal his bruises. He does not want to admit it, not even to himself, but the bruises bring a pit of burning passion to his gut that he can never ignore.
Spock is 18 before he dares to defy Sarek. He pressured the boy to accept the Vulcan Science Academy’s invitation.
Spock turns it down for-
“Starfleet?” the words drip from his mouth in what Sarek refuses to admit was disdain.
His son says nothing, but folds his clothes meticulously. It is the only answer Sarek needs.
He watches Spock leave knowing the boy will never return.