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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[kirktastic]

Spock's mind was pushing at his. Not the gentle pressure just days before, something Jim had almost revealed in, but an insisting pounding, a sneaking spy that left behind trails of fire. It was dizzying, combined with Spock's mouth against the sensitive skin on his neck.

Jim was trying to think fast. This wasn't the normal Spock he knew. Even at Spock's... worst, if it could be called that, Spock had never acted like this about sex. Fire, need, Nyota, bedroom, resting...

It slammed into Jim like a ton of bricks, all at once and suffocating. The desperation he was feeling, he had heard in Spock's voice over the comm. Memories of another Spock, leaning over him, touching him before Bones had come in. Memories of another, long ago, the sands of Vulcan...

No.

No.

Jim grabbed Spock's wrist where it was pushing his hand against his skin and twisted it back, stepping back. "Spock, no. The one you want's upstairs. Not here." Spock was marrying Nyota. Had talked about bonding to her. Those two words...

"...Don't make me fight you," Jim whispered. He wasn't even sure he could win, but he had to. It wasn't meant to be like this. Did Nyota even know he was here? Bones... Bones did... shitshitshit.

[cso_spock]

Spock tore his hand free through sheer strength alone, ignoring the ache in his muscle as he did so. He growled under his breath, and his hand flexed in and out of a fist. "Ha, she is there," He grabbed at Jim again, pulling him off the wall and into his own body. "And you are. Wani 'a yana roisha aitlu-TORSHA!" And he slammed Jim back into the wall none too gently, intending to stun him.

[kirktastic]

Jim's mind barely managed to register the Vulcan's words before light flared up behind his eyes, the breath forced out of him. It cleared away every thought as the mind tried to reel itself back together after an effective stun, blinking away white.

So the fighter in him did what came naturally. Jim brought both of his arms down as hard as he could onto the soft flesh at the elbows to force them to bend, then delivered a rough punch to Spock's chest. It was weaker than he'd expected, and he had to keep focused even as his head spun.

[cso_spock]

The punch made him step back, pushed out some breath from his lungs with an ache that was unappreciated. Yet it didn't weaken him: his ancestors had faced worse in challenge for their mates, faced worse from their mates, and he wouldn't shame them by being effected.

Spock feinted for Jim's stomach and then backhanded him across the face. Something to try and knock the man in the direction of the stairs.

[kirktastic]

Effective.

Jim stumbled hard, feeling pain blossom across his cheek as he bounced off the wall and slumped against it before falling down to his knees. Spock wasn't pulling anything... it was like being on the bridge again, knowing Spock was going to kill him. Like being back on the Narada. Both against enemies that had far more power than a human in their blows.

He spat some blood, trying to ignore the ringing in his ears as he started to get back up.

[cso_spock]

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]

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]

"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]

"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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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.