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Well, this is a new one, Christopher Pike thought to himself. He knew his face was broadcasting some twist to his expression that was part measured surprise, part borderline alarm. His quarters, which before now had seemed almost vulgarly large (especially compared to the crammed bunk he started his Starfleet career sleeping in all those years ago) seemed to be closing in on him. Thick heat pulsed through his body, catching in his throat.
When he’d been a lowly cadet in a lowly bunk, dreaming about the life of a captain, he didn’t think he ever would have pictured this.
This of course referring to the unlikely scenario that Pike currently found himself in. He’d spent the whole day playing diplomatic host to Vulcans, which was odd enough as it was, but now that the ship had shifted into late evening, his quarters still strewn with plates delicately sprinkled with Vulcan crumbs and his kitchen still covered in various dishes, Pike found himself under the attentions of one Vulcan in particular.
Sevet had gotten Pike’s command gold shirt off somehow, though Pike couldn’t remember how that had happened. His exposed nipples had been coaxed to pebbled points by a cold Vulcan tongue and they glistened with cold Vulcan spit in the flickering light that bathed them both from the glow of the fireplace. Pike sat on his couch, body slack so his legs were hanging open in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure in his groin. Sevet was practically in his lap, bent over him so that his face was buried in the crook of Pike’s neck.
Pike highly doubted there was a class he could have taken at the Academy that would have prepared him for how it would feel to have his very alien science officer’s very alien father-in-law suckling at his throat. But still, some warning that this kind of thing could feasibly happen to a captain would have been nice.
“You have not bathed yet today,” Sevet said silkily, his deep voice vibrating over Pike’s flesh. His breath caused goosebumps to rise in its wake. It seemed like what he said should have been a question, but it was spoken with the same kind of forthright conviction that Pike was used to from Spock. Without breaking any contact, Sevet brought his face down over to Pike’s shoulder, heading lower.
“S-sorry,” Pike stammered. “I spent the whole morning cooking and then, well, you saw how my afternoon and evening has gone.”
“It is illogical to apologize for something that is pleasing,” Sevet replied. He arrived at Pike’s armpit and inhaled deeply. Pike’s cock swelled. “And, as such, an apology is completely unnecessary.” Sevet shivered as he huffed Pike, evidently losing a battle against a profound need inside him. There always seemed to be something excitingly illicit about the idea of seducing a Vulcan into a loss of control. Pike knew quite a few officers who would give up a limb or two to trade places with him right now.
For his part, he was feeling a bit overwhelmed and was unsure if he’d be able to survive the sensual way that Sevet was devouring his scent for much longer. Or the way that a tentative tongue swiped across him, tickling him and turning him on all at once.
“I thought humans smelled bad to Vulcans,” Pike said after a moment of Sevet breathing him in and gently rocking his crotch against Pike’s thigh. Sevet had unclasped the front of his robe and the briefs that were exposed beneath it strained to hold back a sizeable erection that the fabric clung wetly to.
“Not always,” Sevet whispered, lips moving against Pike’s hair and skin. “You always enflame us with emotion one way or the other... disgust or desire.” He let out a pathetic sound the likes of which Pike had never heard before. “Desire is much more difficult to control. Its presence usually requires the use of nasal suppressants in order not to succumb to it.” Reluctantly it seemed, Sevet raised his head to gaze heavy-lidded into Pike’s face. “I did not want my sense of taste to be adversely affected before our dinner, so I did not take any suppressant today.”
“I guess that explains it then,” Pike said, chuckling self-consciously.
It sure went toward explaining why Sevet had volunteered to stay behind ostensibly to help Pike clean up after the rest of the dinner party had filed out of Pike’s cabin. And why the door had barely shut behind them before Pike found himself being shoved against it and being very levelly asked if he’d be amenable to sexual contact.
He’d said “yes” before he could stop himself and then had been summarily led back to the couch with insistent hands that roamed restlessly over him, electric with energy that blanketed his nerves. Somewhere in all that he’d lost his shirt, Sevet had opened his robes, and Pike’s nipples had been sucked until he’d started to perspire. Which had only made Sevet’s nose and then tongue follow the rivulets of his sweat.
It also explained why Sevet slithered over so he could slide to his knees on the floor in between Pike’s open thighs and shove his face into the crotch of Pike’s uniform trousers. His dick, still hidden under several layers, twitched and bumped against Sevet’s nose.
“You smell delicious,” Sevet moaned breathlessly. He rocked back and forth on his heels, very clearly unable to resist the pull toward some friction. “I’m finding that I greatly anticipate discovering the way you taste.”
Pike gulped.
He found his palms were sweating and wasn’t sure what to do with them suddenly. It had been a long time since he had felt quite this nervous in a sexual encounter. He was, after all, still a Starfleet captain. That brought with it a sort of something that was almost an expectation about how dominant he was supposed to be between the sheets. Pike had never been one to question it overmuch but he had also never been with someone who could break any one of his bones fairly easily if the whim struck them. And certainly not someone who had taken to overpowering him through the strength of his desperate worship rather than through brute force. And with a distinct lack of hesitation.
All in all, Pike had known Sevet for a remarkably short amount of time. That didn’t seem to do much to dull the feverish love misting over Sevet’s gaze. Pike felt as though he had fully enraptured him through almost no action of his own and he was baffled by what that meant about how quick and intense Vulcan emotions really were if this was one whose controls were starting to snap.
He’d have to be a saint to not get overwhelmed.
Sevet began to work the clasp of Pike’s pants open with nimble fingers that shivered slightly with expectation but then with a deep breath, he pulled away suddenly. His nostrils flared as his eyes flashed to where Pike was anxiously wiping his palms on his thighs.
“I believe I have failed in my obligations as a be’hai’la,” Sevet said solemnly out of the sudden silence.
“Um,” Pike said. His heart was pounding loudly through his skull. “What’s that then?”
“One who is the recipient of hospitality at the home or table of another,” Sevet answered levelly, but his eyes continued to smolder darkly. “A guest.” He gently grabbed one of Pike’s wrists and pried his hand away from his leg. “I have been a poor example of one, rushing as I was to the main course when I still had not sampled the other delicacies you have made for me.” The corners of his lips quirked in a nearly invisible smirk as he brought Pike’s hand up to rest his palm against those same lips. “I hope you allow me to make amends by trying them now.” Again, something that sounded like a question but was said as though it was not one.
It would almost be frustrating the way Sevet confidently made assumptions if there had been the hint of genuine smugness about it. Instead, there was just confidence and Pike was finding it damn hot.
Sevet’s lips parted and he sucked in a breath that cooled Pike’s sweat. Then his tongue caught the warmer human skin. It moved over the skin of his palm until it began teasingly suggesting around the webbing between his fingers.
Now Pike was really sure he had never had his hands fawned over before. It was a bit odd, he had to admit, but not in a way that killed his need, especially not when Sevet was so clearly getting off on it. Sevet’s cheeks and the tips of his ears had flushed a lovely dark color and he was losing some of the finesse he had started with, more or less drooling over Pike’s fingers as he went on licking and sucking them. Movement in Sevet’s hips suggested that he was grinding himself against his own lap.
“You like that?” Pike whispered hotly. “Can you still taste the tevmel on my hand?”
Sevet dropped him immediately with a needy sound.
“The tevmel you offered to me without an eating utensil?” he asked. Before he had finished speaking, he was already slithering back toward the half-open clasp of Pike’s pants. “That you expected me to eat with my hands? Which I then did?”
Pike thought for a moment, a bit unsteady on what was going on in the Vulcan’s mind.
“Uh, yes?” he ventured. “You really seemed to like it. I even had the thought that if you’d been a little less polite, you might very well have licked your fingers after you’d eaten it.”
As though something solid suddenly broke, Sevet ripped open Pike’s pants and wrenched them and the briefs beneath them over Pike’s hips, pulling him up off the couch for a second as though he weighed nothing and dropping him back down, his freed erection bobbing with the motion.
“Really?” Sevet whimpered. “You think me that brazen? That I would go that far?”
Pike’s head spun. Sevet’s excitement was heavy and thick in the air, leeching out of him. But Pike was having difficulty trying to figure out why this was setting him off so much. Of course, this was exactly why Vulcan Cultural Studies was required coursework for every ‘Fleet cadet. But Pike was wracking his brain trying to remember his old class and if there had been any unit on Vulcan cultural obscenities.
His gaze flicked between his own stiff cock, waving in front of Sevet’s face, and Sevet himself, kneeling there with his robe puddled open around him, the expression on his face dark and hungry. He tried to figure out what answer it was that Sevet wanted to hear and Pike was beginning to suspect it was not a contradiction.
“Yes,” Pike said and when Sevet’s eyes glittered, more confidence slid into his voice. “I think you’re dirty enough to do that.” Sevet fell forward to bury his nose in the inside crook of Pike’s inner thigh. Surety now flooded Pike’s body. Good to know his instincts would serve him well here just as they did on the bridge. “I think you’d do that. I think you’d make me watch you as you licked my taste off of your fingers.”
Sevet groaned in a sound so close to pain it was nearly indistinguishable from it. He desperately blessed Pike’s thighs and balls with sucking kisses that had Pike trembling.
“Let me have you,” Sevet begged between kisses. He sucked the tip of Pike’s cock for a second before pulling off to practically sob, “let me taste you and smell you and swallow you down.”
“Of course,” Pike whined. “What other logical thing is there for you to do with me?”
“A rhetorical question, I hope,” Sevet whined back. He did not give Pike a chance to respond before he was parting his lips and coaxing the head of Pike’s dick into his mouth with his tongue.
He was not gentle, though Pike supposed he hadn’t expected he would be. Sevet’s hands gripped Pike’s thighs roughly, pinning them to the couch, while he ran the edge of his teeth over the length of Pike’s leaking cock.
Pike gasped as he attempted to thrust mindlessly deeper into the aggressively sucking mouth, but Sevet’s grip held him still. Pike’s own hands found their way to the sides of Sevet’s head, his thumbs catching around the furled points of his ears and caressing the cool skin. Instead of moving his hips, Pike held fast to Sevet and guided his head just where he wanted it to go and at what speed.
The only variable that was wholly in Sevet’s control was when he chose to use his teeth.
Which, as it turned out, was quite often.
And while Pike had never thought before he would be into something like that, he now found himself mad with it. He clutched Sevet’s head like it was the only thing keeping him from drowning and jerked it almost savagely on his cock.
Sevet drooled a bit, in a way that somehow still managed to seem dignified, but he didn’t choke. Instead, he moaned, humming around Pike, and, releasing one of Pike’s legs from the vice of his fingers, started to palm himself over his underwear.
“That’s good,” Pike praised breathlessly, sensing it was something Sevet would like. The little insights he was finding himself being struck by about just what Sevet would like seemed to be getting clearer the longer they touched. Pike found himself wondering what Sevet was picking up from his mind. What he would like.
As predicted, Sevet moaned at the praise, vibrating pleasure up Pike’s dick, and he tugged himself out of his pants. It was Pike’s first glimpse at a Vulcan cock, and it was greasy, positively dripping with lubricant as thick as cake batter, and it was hard, and it was big, and suddenly Pike found himself remembering that he had relatively little experience in this kind of encounter and his hold on Sevet slackened.
Sevet took the opportunity to pull off Pike with an obscene wet sound and then breathed a deep inhalation. He sat back on his heels, dropping his robe off his shoulders and pulling his underwear all the way off. Pike watched him, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, and nervousness glistening in his gaze. He was silent until Sevet finished disrobing and began manhandling Pike to turn over, prodding him onto his hands and knees.
“Um,” Pike said then. It was hard to talk over the way his cock responded eagerly to being overpowered. “I haven’t...” He broke off into a wordless sigh as Sevet’s hands, whose shape was still branded with hot blood into Pike’s thighs, grabbed onto the meaty part of him and spread him open. Pike’s elbows trembled as he struggled to keep holding himself upright. “That is, not in a long time...” He broke off again, this time with a gasp, as Sevet kissed him directly on his tight hole. “I mean!” Pike said, but realizing it had almost sounded like a squeak, took a breath before continuing much more levelly, “it’s been a while, so be gentle with me here.”
“That has always been my intention,” Sevet replied coolly. He paused and though Pike couldn’t see it without craning over his shoulder uncomfortably, he nonetheless felt sure that at least one of Sevet’s eyebrows had risen. “If that is all, I would like to devour you now.” The coolness had started to bleach out of Sevet’s voice and he seemed to be barely holding onto neutrality in the face of a growing desperation.
Another pause, though what expression Sevet was making now was more of shot in the dark. “With your permission?”
“Yes,” Pike found himself moaning even as his nervousness beat its wings in his gut. “Sure. Yea. Of course.” As he thought about it more, desperation bled into his own voice as well. “Eat me out. Please.” He’d never said those exact words in that order before, but he found something in it that made him quiver with excitement. He thrust back toward Sevet, hoping to entice him. “I want it. Like, really want it.”
“Very well,” Sevet whispered. A quiet smirk entered his voice. “I promise to be gentle.”
Pike whimpered as Sevet’s cool lips touched his superheated opening once again. It was another chaste brush and the fact that it was so gentle and almost pure on a place that was anything but, made Pike stiffen as arousal swooped deep in his gut and then up his spine. His fingers clutched at the couch cushion.
There was another kiss and then Sevet’s tongue was lapping him open. Another whimper tumbled over Pike’s lips and his muscles contracted reflexively. Nonplussed by the action, Sevet’s tongue pressed him harder, over and over, until Pike relaxed again.
His thoughts were spinning but he was unsure what exactly they were trying to tell him. He couldn’t decide if he was more turned on or terrified. He knew without a doubt, even though he had only recently met the man, that Sevet would never intentionally hurt him, but there still lingered the threat somewhere in the back of Pike’s mind that he could. And it was that threat that was choking Pike up suddenly. That threat was what made his cock throb painfully and what made Pike thrust back at Sevet, trying to get him deeper inside.
Sevet’s tongue swirled around the ring of muscle until Pike relaxed fully and then he speared him, dripping saliva down Pike’s balls. He ate Pike out like he was born to do it, his lips and tongue everywhere, sucking and thrusting and licking until, with a shift, there was teeth again as Sevet bit the fleshy buttock he still held in his hand. The pain of it felt more like pleasure than torture and Pike felt a new pearl of pre-cum bead on the tip of his cock.
Vulcan teeth left the flesh they had been lodged in and the lukewarm tongue began laving soothing circles over it instead.
“Would you like me to bring you to climax?” Sevet asked darkly. Pike’s cock tightened impossibly further at the question. “Or do you want to wait until I am inside you?” Pike’s cock tightened again as fear swooped inside him.
“I don’t think I’ll last if you wait,” Pike said eventually and with the least amount of self-consciousness he could muster.
“Very well,” Sevet said, a faint tremor the only indication in his voice that he had liked Pike’s answer. His hands left Pike’s ass and he sat back for a moment, slicking one of them by lathering it over his cock and collecting the wetness that drooled over it. There were two organs resembling small tentacles that flanked Sevet’s cock that eagerly oozed more drops of fluid onto Sevet’s fingers until his palm was damp enough to his liking.
Pike was craning over his shoulder to watch Sevet’s progress but when Sevet brought his wet hand to Pike’s cock, his head dropped again. Sevet made a loose fist around Pike, sheathing him in warm moisture, and began to pump him.
“Ah,” Pike said, intending to say more when he opened his mouth, but instead, his lips simply stayed parted while quick breaths were the only sound from between them. His hips jerked with Sevet’s motions and his cock hummed within a vice of Vulcan telepathic voltage.
“Getting close,” he was finally able to choke out a few minutes after Sevet started touching him. “Getting real fucking close.”
Sevet’s hand twisted around Pike’s dripping head and then pumped him quickly.
“It would please me,” Sevet said, as if he could get away with an emotional confession if he worded it with pomp and decorum, “if you would climax for me.” He paused, breathing in sharply, no doubt catching the scent of the newfound wave of sweat that rose over Pike’s body. Sevet draped himself over Pike’s back, barely pausing in his ministrations. “If you would do it in my hand.” Another heated pause. “And get your spend all over my fingers.”
“Yea?” Pike grunted. “You’d like that, would you?”
Sensation kept tingling over his cock and up his entire body. The orgasm was there, shuddering into being, beginning to pool inside him, rising like the tide.
It was Sevet’s broken-sounding, “yes” that sent the orgasm up Pike’s brain stem. His balls tightened and his cock pulsed and pleasure shattered like bits of broken glass into every one of his nerves.
Sevet caught Pike’s cum in the palm of his hand, making sure to catch every drop, before Pike sagged forward slightly, panting. Sevet brought the soiled hand to his face, watching cum drip thickly over his knuckles and between his fingers. He tasted it with a tentative lick that made Pike hiss when he watched him.
As though it took a massive force of will, Sevet eventually took his hand from his face, and brought it instead to Pike’s hole. Orgasm had softened Pike further than any of the rest of Sevet’s teasing, and he opened to Sevet’s slippery fingers almost immediately.
A tiny part of Pike’s mind was aware that Sevet was finger-fucking his own cum into him, and his softening dick was tormented by it. He felt overstimulation gathering around him and he knew that no matter how gentle Sevet chose to be, he would nonetheless punish Pike’s body with abuse so sublime, Pike thought he might be coerced into a second orgasm.
When Sevet had somehow slipped three fingers in when Pike had been too bliss-filled to notice, and had begun to scissor them, the Vulcan moaned restlessly. Pike was getting flashes of just how much it was that Sevet liked the feeling of Pike’s hot body squeezing around his fingers and his nerves jangled again with pain that was almost pleasure.
As much as it was obvious that Sevet was getting impatient, he took his time teasing Pike into wet readiness. He’d pause to collect more lubricant off of his own straining cock, before working it, alongside the rest of the fluid he’d already prepped him with, deeper and deeper into Pike.
Pike realized suddenly that as hungry as Sevet was, he liked taking his time. He liked savoring the experience. And right then, he was savoring the way Pike’s thoughts leaked over him through so intimate a touch and he did not seem to be in any real hurry to move things along.
“You don’t have to be this gentle,” Pike found himself whispering as his face heated with blood. He kind of wished that Sevet would bite him again.
As though simply waiting for permission, Sevet savagely bit him on the ass before straightening up and slamming his cock into Pike like a starving man finally let loose at a buffet. Pike yelped, realizing that the chances of that second orgasm had just gotten significantly better.
Pike’s cum and Sevet’s lubricant gushed around Sevet’s pistoning cock, dribbling out of Pike’s hole. He felt whatever Sevet’s tentacles were actually called pressing against his skin as wet and greedy as a pair of leeches.
Sevet held onto Pike’s waist as he fucked him, holding him still as he filled him, his fingers clutching tight enough to bruise. Pike’s ears were full with the harsh, hard sound of his own breathing and the noise of damp flesh. Sevet’s cock stretched him and it felt good. He’d been expecting it to hurt but what little pain there was ended up being a satisfying soreness.
Pike felt Sevet’s need rising through the places they touched and it galvanized him out of his relative docility. He began pushing back toward Sevet, changing the angle until his prostate was hit like a bullseye on every thrust. Without warning, his cock spurted a weak stream as that second climax surprised him.
The orgasm caused Pike to flutter around Sevet, quivering his muscles, milking Sevet’s cock. Sevet groaned and with the sound, the insights Pike was getting from their touch became whited out. Sevet twitched deep inside him, shooting him full of cool Vulcan cum.
“Oh, I can feel it,” Pike moaned senselessly. He knew that Sevet knew exactly what Pike could feel, and what such feelings were doing to him. Words seemed almost redundant when he was being touched by a Vulcan. But even so, the words made Sevet grunt and hold Pike tighter. The grip was the only thing keeping Pike on his hands and knees when he felt like he was about to collapse.
“Yes,” Sevet breathed as his cock flopped out of Pike’s hole and he glanced down on it. “And I shall taste it.”
Pike almost sobbed when Sevet’s grip moved again and suddenly he was wrenching Pike’s ass cheeks apart once more. He fell onto his shoulder as Sevet licked up the mess that was spilling over the edges of Pike’s opening. Sevet hummed as though the combination of Pike’s and his own cum as it oozed out of Pike was a delicacy he had waited his whole life to sample.
“Fuck,” Pike moaned, shivering. He couldn’t bring himself to look at what Sevet was doing behind him. “Are all Vulcans as dirty as you? As hungry for cum?”
Sevet finally withdrew, releasing Pike so he sank to the couch, licking his lips.
“The ones who need nasal suppressants are,” he answered calmly. Just as calmly, he sat away from Pike for a moment as he swallowed, and then he smoothly rose to his feet. “Thank you for this sexual interaction.” He located the discarded items of his clothing and began pulling them on without awkwardness. “If you ever visit Vulcan, and would like a further such interaction, I trust you will not hesitate to contact me?”
Rolling over and sitting up, Pike felt a little embarrassed to be naked when Sevet was rapidly becoming clothed, but he did not think he could bring himself to get dressed without having a shower first and so he just watched sheepishly.
“Yea,” he agreed. “I’ll look you up if I’m ever out that way.” He paused. “This was nice?” He hadn’t meant it as a question, but it came out that way nonetheless.
Sevet inclined his head as he pulled closed the last clasp on his robe.
“Indeed,” he agreed. “As I suspected, you are delicious.” Pike flushed at the words. Ignoring it, Sevet went on, “I hope I have been a proper be’hai’la to you and look forward to someday being able to host you in the same talented way you have hosted me.” The last statement was said so solemnly, Pike almost didn’t catch the blatant invitation within the words. But if Sevet wanted them to meet again with their roles reversed, Pike might have to see if he could manage to schedule a stopover at Vulcan during one of the Enterprise’s slower missions.
“I look forward to the same,” Pike said. As Sevet offered him the ta’al and then took measured steps toward the door, Pike realized how quickly Sevet had slammed his shields back into place. As he stood by the door, he appeared again like the same good-natured Vulcan he had been the entire evening until he’d started losing control for Pike. The only evidence that anything had happened was the swollen look to his lips and the sheen of moisture that coated them.
Sevet inclined his head again before he stepped through the hissing open door and into the hopefully empty corridor. Pike could only imagine what rumors would fly if one of his more indiscreet officers caught a glimpse of Spock’s father-in-law leaving his quarters quite this late into the ship’s night.
Sinking back into his couch, Pike refused to allow his surprise at just how abrupt Sevet’s departure was to transform into disappointment. He was a Vulcan after all, it was to be expected that he didn’t include any kind of cuddling or concern for emotional equilibrium in his post-sex considerations.
And it wasn’t as if Pike felt bad. He felt as if the shamed parts of him were telling him that he ought to feel bad, perhaps. That he ought to feel used. But he found instead that he liked being left like this, slightly sore and messy and still tingling with Sevet’s thoughts. He hadn’t felt this thoroughly fucked in a long time and he found that he was only capable of feeling good about the way his evening had gone.
He glanced over at the fire still blazing indifferently in his makeshift hearth, and the plates stacked in his kitchen. He remembered how Sevet had not hesitated to take the food between his fingers and the way his wife had been exasperated by it. Before they’d touched, Sevet had assured Pike that it was common for Vulcans who had been bonded due to the choice of their parents to subsequently practice some form of polyamory and thus, T’Pril accepted Sevet’s dalliances on the side just as readily as he accepted hers. The exasperation seemed much more directed at the rapidity with which Sevet succumbed to his appetite.
Pike yawned and stretched, and alone in his quarters under a view screen showing him the beautiful spiral of the Vulcan solar system, he began to clean up. There was something cathartic in it and Pike was feeling romantic, despite himself. He didn’t regret Sevet’s parting, but he found himself beginning to wish he had held a tighter grip on the way Sevet had been so aroused by him, and how he had been utterly in love with him, pouring a baptismal font of devotional worship through the mind touch.
A captain could become addicted to a desire like that, Pike thought. Which is probably the real reason there wasn’t a class at the Academy on this.
He smiled quietly to himself and took a sneaky bite out of the leftover tevmel, licking the salt from his fingertips.