This time, our boys get a little violent...bordering on DubCon, as I have been told, soplease consider yourself warned. Anyways, enjoy...

Jim was practically on top of Spock before he could regain his breath, grabbed his hair and forced him down onto the tabletop, pressed his check against it and shoved him up, fully bending him over it until the edge dug into his hipbones and the angle basically made him helpless.

His own nails digging into the sensitive skin on Spock's neck and scalp, he used his free left to shove his pants and underwear down to the middle of his thighs without bothering with the buttons, finally freeing his cock, and immediately pressed forward, frantically searching for friction, something to satisfy the burning need that threatened to overcome him. Spock groaned at the feel of hard flesh rubbing against his thighs and ass, leaving a trail of heat and wetness, the muscles in his legs quivered, uncertain if they should spread or close.

Usually, when having his lover in a position like this, at his mercy, he would have teased and taunted with his touch as much as with his words, would have tested how far he could push, but by now….

He was too far gone for dirty talk. He wanted.

The tiny rest of self-control he still had told him to lube himself up before pushing inside, but he didn't waste too much time on it. Restraining Spock by the grip on his hair and the weight of his own body, he yanked the bottle from where it was jammed tightly into his side pocket, tore the bottle open, squeezed some of the liquid onto his hand with his teeth and carelessly let it drop. He haphazardly spread the gel on his cock with two hasty strokes, wiped his hands on his trousers and tried to position himself.

Spock, having recognized the lid's sound, reached around to claw at the arm holding him down and started to struggle under Jim, trying to get up or at least to keep his illogically strong mate – his senses told him 'human', his mind no longer able to override instinct and remind him of the 'genetically enhanced' part – from entering him, getting more and more frantic as he realized that he was pinned.

It was not so much that he did not want it. Between two mates of the same sex, the ordeal of the Pon Farr was a fight that could not be won by the same party every time, but there also was a reason for the fighting, a reason that he had not revealed to Jim: With two Vulcans, the first one to take his mate was also the first one to initiate and control the bonding meld. The party who bottomed during the first time would be…claimed, irreversibly subjugated.

For them, as they were neither bonded nor of the same race, it did not mean the same, especially as he had felt Jim's willingness to surrender…but the symbolism mattered.

And, of course, his instincts mattered, and they were yelling at him to get free, to fight back, to take.

Unfortunately, with their skins touching and their link wide open, the same instincts rushed through Jim's mind, leaving the human no choice but to act on them. Usually, no matter how lusty, drunk or otherwise hazed, he still would have stopped at the first sign of real struggle and he never would have forced anything on any of his partners, but this…this was different. He needed more and he needed it now and the fact that his partner was trying to deny him more only spurred him on.

His belt was still on the table, lying there in a lazy spiral. Jim fleetingly considered tying Spock up and have his way with him on the floor, where he could look into his face and still keep control, but dismissed it immediately. He himself did no longer have the control to…and he wanted this to be personal.

He wanted to hold him there all by himself. Ties could come later, now he wanted it to be his own strength that forced his Spock into submission, right here, just as it should be.

It was time to show that unruly Vulcan who was in charge.

Jim's grip on the short, black hair became tighter, shifting from fast to harsh. Growling somewhere deep in his throat, he closed his free hand around Spock's wrist, dragged it away from his own arm, uncaring of the bloody lines those blunt nails scratched into his skin in the process, and twisted the arm behind Spock's back, shoving it upwards, towards sharp shoulder blades.

It was not until his own muscles locked and quivered with strain that Spock finally ceased to writhe under him. It almost disappointed him – the hot body squirming against him had certainly been stimulating – but the sense of victory took over not a heartbeat later. His fingers left dark strands to spread firm cheeks, held them in place, while he positioned himself.

With a triumphing roar, he surged forward, fully burying himself into the body below him with one powerful stroke; heat engulfing him tighter than ever before.

The howl that tore itself from Spock's throat at the sudden intrusion had absolutely nothing human, maybe not even animalistic. He arched his back so forcefully he almost threw Jim off, but he brought the Vulcan back under control by pulling the arm higher on his back, twisting it a little further.

"Mine, now," he breathed. "Only when I allow you."

Whining, Spock dropped back onto the table and Jim reclaimed the grip on his hair to twist his head aside until he could see his face while he drove into him in a hard, almost bruising pace that he suspected to be painful and not caring at all if it was.

Spock had his eyes screwed shut, his face and ears were flushed and the fingers of his free hand curled, helplessly scratching at the hard surface below, his check rubbing against the wood with every thrust rocking his body. He was moaning breathlessly, waves of heat and frustration and lust emitted from him, almost tangible in their force and fuck, Jim had never seen anything hotter…but it was not enough.

He didn't want simply subjugation. He wanted active submission.

He stopped jackhammering into the shuddering Vulcan in favor of leaning forward to catch the trembling, already slightly swollen fingers between his lips, letting his teeth scrape over the sensitive pads and was rewarded with a throaty groan. Grinning, he offered the digits a short bite that had Spock jerking forcefully, then he let his mouth wander upwards, biting and nipping at the overheated skin until he finally stopped at his neck.

Spock moaned deeply and flexed his shoulders against the hot lips. He had, by now, accepted Jim's dominance, was frantically working at getting their link more intense, to feel more of the mate who was claiming him as his own, filling him so completely, physically and mentally, stretching him open more forceful and seemingly wider than ever before. The tiny part that was still defiant was shut down as Jim managed to find the exact same place where Spock had bitten him before to return the favor, vanished entirely in lust.

His teeth sank into indulgent flesh hard enough to draw blood, then he sucked at the spot, tasting a mixture of sweat that was not as salty and blood that was more coppery than his own and Spock moaned helplessly, a husky sound that held definitely more lust than pain.

Happy with the result, Jim moved on, littering his whole shoulder- and neckline with sharp bites and sucks, creating a line of bruises that led from Spock's neck all the way to the junction of collarbone and shoulder. His chest rubbed against the slick skin of Spock's back, his hips never stopped moving, thrusting good as possible and now, finally, Spock stared moving with him. His hips were trapped, but his inner muscles started clenching around him as if trying to draw him in deeper.

Jim's eyes widened and he felt the muscles in his lower belly tighten. Growling hungrily, he angled hips and experimentally thrust in again, until he hit the spot that had Spock twitching and moaning in helpless lust and then, there was no more turning back. He picked up his former rhythm again, each brutal stroke nailing Spock's prostate until the man was a moaning mess, writhing beneath him.

Growing bolder, Jim released the arm he had been holding. Instead of reaching up, Spock brought the hand forward to his own mouth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive digits. Jim moaned and stuttered in his pace at the sight….he wanted to grab this hand, bring them to his own mouth…

Instead, he reached up to rub and pinch first the upturned, pointed ear, then one of the incredibly hard nipples, rolling it between his fingers before pinching sharply. Spock cried out wantonly, then he dragged himself away from his fingers long enough to whisper, "J-Jim…"

Words. Language. Jim scrambled in his brain that seemed to possess the intelligence, eloquence and variety of a tribble right now, to find something to say but all he managed was what he felt: "Mine."

Spock whimpered. "Yours…"

Yours. Finally. Finally, Jim had what he – they? - wanted. With a hiss that could be a 'yes', he pressed his whole body against Spock's, covered every inch of him and let his hand slide to Spock's cock again, closing around the hot shaft that was filled enough to hurt by now.

All it took was one squeeze and Spock came with a howl, shuddering and writhing shamelessly against Jim and the table, his muscles clenching suddenly and tightly around the cock still buried impossibly deep inside of him. Jim came moaning like a porn star, hips stuttering as he rode his orgasm out, before both of them slumped heavily forward, breathing together.

Finally, after minutes, Jim got a hold of himself. He let go, carefully pulled out and took a step back on shaky legs. Spock stayed where he was for a moment, bend over, cheek and both hands pressed onto the same table where they sometimes put a chessboard and two cups of some hot drink. Just the thought would get Jim hard usually, and the sight of his lover, so obscenely on display and all his to take…it was almost too much.

He was close to simply pouncing forward a second time when the Vulcan finally moved, straightened up, turned and sank to the floor as his knees gave in, panting like he'd just run a marathon. His face was still flushed, especially on the right side that had rubbed against the table this whole time, the right corner of his mouth, chin and partially cheek were covered with saliva and sweat, cum staining his skin – Jim could smell the mixture, pure sex, and no matter how hard he had just come, a new wave of mind-numbing arousal flooded him almost immediately.

Judging by the fact that Spock's cock stated to fill out again, he was not the only one to think so, but before he could move, Spock had gotten back up and thrown himself against him, knocking him over once again. Jim had the time to think 'And he wanted to keep me away from this', then a deep growl let Spock's chest vibrate against his own, an unusually hot tongue invaded his mouth, and Jim happily threw the pieces of sanity that coming had returned to him back into the flames.