The Other Side of the Mirror

“Spock?”

He looked so tense. She had never seen him like this… angry? Enraged. He wanted her to leave, but she could never do that. She knew it made him angry when she disobeyed him. But she just adored him so much. It hurt her to see him this agitated.

“Please… what’s wrong. Let me help… please.”

She moved towards him, her hand extended as if to touch his arm.

Spock spun around towards her so fast she didn't even have time to react as he backhanded her. She fell to the ground stunned. He was usually so calm and so.... in control... This... this was new to her.

She fought back tears, bringing a trembling hand to her face. Why? He had scorned her before, hurt her, made her ache in ways she had never thought possible. She turned to look at him from her spot on the floor, pain in her eyes.

"I said.... leave." He said, though didn't make it an order.

She pulled herself to her feet, jaw set firm, hands clenched by her sides.

“I shan’t leave you. Not when you’re like this. I want to know what’s happened! I want you to communicate with me!”

Spock slammed Christine into the wall behind her, his hand on her jaw, his face mere inches from hers. "You really haven't learned anything have you Christine." He said. "You want me to love you. You want me to feel something, ANYTHING for you. You follow me around hoping for even the smallest crumb." He seemed to snarl as he talked. "I will NEVER love you." He said.

She blinked. Her wall of resistance against that phrase was weakening, but did not break. Looking at him with big grey eyes full of tears, she brought a hand up to rest on his. Doing her best to calm her shaking voice she whispered,

“I know… But that doesn’t stop me loving you any less, Mr Spock.”

Spock seemed to get angrier a moment before he pushed away from her. "Leave Christine. Now!" He said. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself.

She inhaled, her hands still at her sides, her mouth set firm.

“No… You can’t make me leave your side. You’ve been hurt, and I need to help.”

"The only person you need to help is yourself Ms. Chapel."

She did not budge from her spot. Eyes fixed on him. Resolute.

"Why are you disobeying me?" He said. "I could have you confined to the booth." He said.

“Then do it. Confine me. Cast me aside… ”

She faltered, her eyes cast downwards. Her expression shifted, she seemed almost unwell. Afraid? She loved him too much for that.

"What is it you want Christine?" He asked moving back to her. He pressed his body against hers his swollen cock pressing against her hip. "Is this what you want?" He asked. "Or is this just what you'll take, cause it's all I'll give you?"

Her lip quivered, and her voice finally broke.

“I want… to make you happy, Commander…”

"Then make me..." He paused detesting the word. "Happy..." He said daring her to try.

Christine's resolve could not last in the face of his resolute anger and disgust. Her face fell and her tone regained the subservience that she had schooled it in since she began pursuing him. She just wanted to curl up and cry.

"You must be hungry, Commander. You have not eaten since yesterday. Let me fetch you some dinner..."

Spock moved away from her and waved his hand telling her to go, his other hand clenched in a fist behind his back. He turned his back to her and moved towards his bed.

She nodded wordlessly. Her mental list of jobs would keep her busy for hours. She might even check on the Doctor and make sure he had not collapsed in another drunken stupor.

Spock heard the door shut as she left and didn't even look to see if she actually left as he slammed his fist into the wall. He hit it a few more time before sending the items on his bedside table to the ground. A few things smashed before he kicked the nightstand over. He kicked it once it fell before falling onto the ground in a small heap.

He felt tears start to stream down his cheeks as he slammed his hand into the dresser before he drew his knees up to his chest and hid his face from the world around him as he broke down crying.

The gentle swish of the door opening again.

“Spock?” her voice was uncertain. She knelt beside him. A gentle hand placed on his shoulder; unobtrusive and warm.

Spock knocked her hand away from him knocking her back. "I thought you had things to do." He said forcing himself to stop crying and focused on his anger. He stood up his back to her.

She shook her head, and rose to her feet.

“I forgot my keys,” she reached for her wallet of colours cards on the table. “And I was worried.” Her eyes drifted to the tears still on his face. “If you let me in every once in a while, maybe you wouldn’t feel so desperate…”

A sigh.

“I’ll bring your dinner down in a few minutes, if you want your uniform done I can have your spare one pressed within the hour… ”

She turned to go.

“If you need anything else… just say so…”

"Go." He said simply though he didn't sound as angry as before.

She didn’t betray the smile she felt, but as she wandered down the corridor from Spock’s room, she was so proud. Proud that she could look after him.

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Spock lay on his bed his hands folded over his chest his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He tried thinking about anything other than what had transpired in the captains quarters but found he could not. Those events had scarred him, burned into his brain and no matter what he tried there they remained.

He had no idea what had possessed the captain to do such a thing. He had never done such to him before nor had he done anything to deserve such a treatment. He looked at his clock and sighed. He would need to be on the bridge in an hour.

This was a shift he was not looking forward to.

Getting up from his bed he made his way to a near by wreck room hoping to find a way to keep his mind busy. What he found was more than he had in mind. He moved quickly over to Uhura and sat down next to her a sly smirk on his face.

Uhura was used to this game. Sulu and Chekov took it in turns to pick her up, but she didn’t expect this from Mr Spock. She didn’t look up from her PAD.

“Can I help you, Sir?”

"I believe you can lieutenant." He said moving a bit closer to her and placing his hand lightly on her shoulder moving her hair away from her shoulder. It was rare that she kept it down but today she had.

Looking up from her dinner, Christine knew Spock had entered the room. She smiled, it was good to know he had felt up to leaving his room for his own dinner. She thought he would sit near her but …

Uhura smiled as coyly as she could, turning to press her leg against her Vulcan superior officer’s.

“And how exactly can I help you, Commander?”

Spock didn't say anything as he pressed his lips to her neck knowing full well that Christine was watching them.

Her hands trembled on the tray. She knew Spock did this with other women, but never in front of Christine like this. She never had to look at this sort of display. She wanted to scream and cry and run away, but just couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Spock pulled back slightly before kissing her. He smirked slightly when he felt her return the kiss.

Uhura couldn’t suppress her moan. She knew Christine was watching that made this all the more excitable. The officers all knew of Spock’s woman and her possessive tendencies. It was a thrill thinking of how much this would outrage her.

Spock moved his hands onto her body pulling her closer to him. He could feel himself swelling already and she hadn't even touched him yet.

Two ensigns abandoned their dinner and left the room. It seemed that only Christine was left; trapped in this hideous nightmare, watching the man she adored with… her!

Spock took Uhura’s hand and brought it to the bulge in his pants. He had tried taking Uhura as his woman before he had taken Christine but Uhura wouldn't have it.

Truth be told, Uhura was very selective with who she accepted. Sulu had been bugging her for months now. She was waiting for him to crack and beg; that would be sweet.

Perhaps the idea of doing it, in front of a jealous medic in the middle of a public space. Sulu would be watching this, she was sure. He had cameras everywhere.

Spock was starting to get a bit annoyed as he urged her on.

With a subtle grin, feeling Christine’s cold, grey eyes burning into them, Uhura slipped her hands under his waistband.

Spock moaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock. He normally wouldn't but he knew it would annoy Christine the he reacted right away to Uhura. That Uhura could make him moan before she could.

The communications officer moaned too. She knew that this would piss off Sulu and his clawing obsessivness. Shifting into the Vulcan’s lap to kiss him and press down against his erection.

Spock quickly removed her shirt and bra her breasts hanging nicely in front of his face.

A choke from Christine elicited another moan from her rival. Uhura ran her hands through Spock’s neat hair, grinding down harder.

"I want you to fuck me, Uhura." he said just loud enough for Christine to hear. He slipped his hand under her skirt pulling at her panties.

Her skilled, free hand unzipped him and pushed the waistband over his slim hips. Urging him to move she knelt over him and laid another long, slow kiss on him. The other woman’s palpable rage only served to spur her on.

Spock kissed her back before pulling away his tongue still playing against hers. Spock broke contact to look down at her hand stroking him. He moved up into her hand moaning again.

Uhura knew someone could come in and they had to be quick, she wasn’t sure if Christine could take much more without snapping. She smirked and lined herself up over the Vulcan Commander.

Spock thrust up into her hard. He knew that Uhura was used to the size of him. Not that it would have mattered to him. He slid down in his seat positioning himself better as he thrust into her hard at a steady pace.

Arching her back to face the cameras, Uhura couldn’t help but smile. She smacked her hand against Spock’s shoulder, knowing that every second killed Christine. It wasn’t that she had any reason to hate her, but she was just so fucking earnest with her big eyes and her desperate bids for affection!

Spock pulled her closer to him a moment before he picked her up in his arms as he stood up. He didn't stop thrusting as he stood he pinned her against the wall his pants just under his ass as he thrust harder into her.

Uhura couldn’t help but cry out. Pressing her teeth against his neck, she fixed her eyes on the jealous medic across the room. If looks could kill…

Spock smirked as he moaned Uhura’s name picturing the look on Christine’s face. He had never once moaned her name. She had never done anything to deserve it.

Not caring much for the implications, the fiesty lieutenant dug her heels into his perfectly formed back, continuing her staring contest with Christine. But it was the young Nurse’s gaze that broke first, she let out a choked sob at Spock’s uncontrolled utterance. This hurt more than anything he had ever done to her before. She felt sick and shivering.

Spock pressed his body against her feeling her breasts through his blue uniform shirt. He pulled back momentarily pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the floor behind him.

Christine’s hands were contorted in her lap. She couldn’t look at the spectacle that unfolded, but something inside her wouldn’t let her leave.

Spock reached down between their joined bodied and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he sped up his thrusts.

Uhura’s smug cries did little to mask Christine’s tears as she dug her nails into the palms of her hands. Whyw as he doing this? He couldn’t hate her this much…

"Cum for me Uhura!" Spock moaned.

Christine didn’t need to look to see Uhura’s insufferable smile as she came, screaming her ecstacy to the vacant room. Filled with shame and anguish, she knew she couldn’t stay there a moment longer. Shakily, she rose to her feet, her eyes straying to Spock.

Spock turned and practiclly fell ontoo of uhura as they tumbled to the floor spock fucking her hard. Christine closed her eyes and looked away as she heard uhura cry out again, hit with a second orgasm. Spock pulled out of her as Christine looked back to them. He moved up Uhura’s body kneeling over her chest. He knew Uhura loved the taste of his cum and decided that she deserved a little reward. He stoked himself fast smirking down at her.

Christine had to look at his face. How beautiful he was when he was like this. His shoulders were perfecty taut and his smile was one she secretly wished he wouldn’t show to anyone but her.

Uhura reached down with her hand and played with her clit as she poked her tongue out to lick Spock's green tinted shaft. Spock stroked himself faster.

"Cum for me Spock." Uhura said repeating his own words to him. Uhura's free hand came up to squeeze his ass as he used his own free hand to caress his soft sac. He quickened his strokes before he moaned, his cum flowing onto Uhura's face and into her mouth. He moaned her name again as he stroked the last of the fluid from his shaft.

Christine knew she couldn’t stay in this room any longer. It felt like a punch to the stomach, seeing Uhura being so close to the man she loved. He wanted her to cum, he made her cum like it mattered to him.

Spock took a few moments to come down from his orgasm before standing up.

"Christine." He said acknowledging her for the first time. "Come to my quarters. I want you to wash my uniform for me." He said not bothering to even give her the respect of looking at her. He didn't even bother to whip some of the white fluid that had landed on his black pants.