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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[dctr_mccoy]

"No."

He said it aloud, he screamed it in his/their head as he stared back at the stranger pinning him down. Something was terribly wrong with Spock, maybe he'd hit his head, maybe some creature had attacked him, maybe-

Oh fuck.

Like a shock of cold water it hit him, all at the same time. The sleepiness, the cravings, the little symptoms that Spock had been complaining about, that he could see evidenced now. Pon farr Fuck, he'd even considered and dismissed the idea as 'not possible'. Well, it looked fucking possible now.

But even then, this was wrong. Spock didn't want him like that, didn't want him for this. Nyota, yes, she was the one he belonged with, Jim even, Spock and Jim had that thing between them that Bones didn't like to think about-

Jim. Where was Jim? Jim's bike was outside, Jim was around here somewhere... Spock was injured. "Where's Jim?" he screamed, trying even harder to get away now, unable to get his hands out of Spock's grip. His legs were slipping as they scrambled to get away from Spock's body, pushing back as hard as he could. Shit, what- had he? Had he done this? With Jim? Something stopped inside him at the idea, just- stopped.

[cso_spock]

Leonard was putting up resistance, too. Again, though nothing new and weaker. After he had fought so much he would have to fight again. "Irrelevant, Leonard," He hissed, quietly, and he manhandled Leonard into the kitchen, throwing his balance from one side to the other, practically throwing him into the room of white tile and black granite. There were more surfaces here.

Spock closed the distance between them again with silent steps.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was getting fucking tired of being thrown around like he was nothing, but at least now he was out of his grip. Kitchen too, lots of things here he might use. Not as physically strong as the others, but he wasn't a dummy and knew there were things here he could use to at least keep Spock at bay until he could find Jim, get them the fuck out of here.

"Think about what you're doing. This isn't right, Spock." Scrambing behind the island, his eyes darted around, looking for something, anything, keeping as far away from the Vulcan as he could. Maybe get him talking. Get him to see what he was doing. "You're hurt. I can help you."

[cso_spock]

Talking would be great if he had the capacity to hold onto reason and honest communication. Yet by this time his mind was focused to one singular purpose: assembling his mates. Yet he shouldn't have been this deep into his fever with this goal. It made the situation dangerous, as evidenced by his bruises, Jim's bruises, Leonard's bruises.

"Leonard." He said his name again, facing him from the other side of the island. "You are my mate." The growl was there in the undercurrents of his voice again. The requirements of such a title were self-evident.

[dctr_mccoy]

"No, Spock, I'm your friend. Jim's your friend, Nyota, she-" he was watching himself get cornered. Fuck. She's your mate. You want her."

Another thought in his head. "Where is she? She's not hurt?" he asked. Fuck, this was getting worse by the moment.

[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.