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]

Bones felt the burning inside, all over him, like being branded. So sharp, the feeling of toomuchtoofastfucknonotlikethat chanted in his head like a litany but all he could actually vocalize was a howling sort of growl - angry at himself, at Spock, at Jim, at everyone.

Still looking for something to grab, his fingers finally found a cool piece of marble and he held onto it tight, knuckles white from gripping it to keep him from being jostled around too much. Then that wave in his head again, this one more powerful that any of the others, this one washed away all the frightened and angry thoughts, like high tide receding.

He knew Spock was fucking him hard, could feel himself being fucked across that counter, but the thoughts in his head were Spock and him and memories of them both, things he'd forgotten from his life and things about Spock he couldn't possibly know. He felt Spock's animalian pleasure in fucking him, feeling the Vulcan fever abated more and more with each rough thrust into him, almost understanding the need. Desperation in his mind, didn't know if it was his or Spock's, probably both, so many things in his head, too much, much too much...

Soon even the quiet groans coming from him stopped and he just lay there, pressing his head into the marble and let go.

[cso_spock]

Something strange and new overcame him after an extended time with Leonard. The fire didn't rekindled itself but smoldered instead and set a bone-deep satisfaction in him that he hadn't remembered feeling in the entirety of his life. He felt comfortably full, pleased and accomplished.

Yet Leonard was tired -- he could tell by the touch, listening to his breathing and feeling the quiver of his muscles. He would let him rest; surely the others would have recovered by now.

Spock slid his arms underneath Leonard and pulled him off of the counter and against his own chest. He mouthed at his neck for a few moments, tasting the skin and the sweat and indulging in the limitless time he had to enjoy this. First, he manhandled him onto the counter to finally get the rest of those clothes off, and then picked him up bride-style. His main den lay on the upper floor.

But, coming to the top of the stairs, other instincts told him that yes, Leonard was tired, couldn't be pushed to breaking. Couldn't do that to his adun'a, any of them. So he put him in the other room instead, the one where Jim had been before he had been moved. Spock laid him down gently and then joined him, spooning against his back with his arms around his chest and nosing at his hair.