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Captain's Quarters - Chapter One

tags ~ threesome, bisexual, pretty rough

Space, Christopher Pike knew, was a lonely place. Even as the captain of one of the most populated starships in the Federation, he still found himself pacing around the empty halls, sometime between 2nd and 3rd shift. He’d skip the transporter room, pass by the bridge, and glace past engineering, all just to keep moving, to keep his mind from spinning. The soft hum of the warp coils kept him company, lulling him through those sleepless nights.

Those nights had been getting even quieter lately, as Captain Batel, his girlfriend of the past two years, had left him. It was hard to be a captain, and even harder to be in love. It was too much responsibility, she had said, caring for two starships at once. And, to her credit, she had tried deeply to make it work. Pike couldn’t hold any of it against her, so when that final transmission had gone quiet, it was all he could do to put his apron back on and finish dinner for one.

Since then, he began to roam the halls more frequently, aimlessly drifting by the walls, nodding with his trademark smile and perfect hair to any ensign who passed by. He must have made a strange sight. Though he was still built like the all-star athlete he had been in the Academy, his once all black hair was showing flecks of grey, and his once rigid hands were becoming more tender with age. He was strong, but he was also even-tempered, something that showed in his kind, loving eyes.

He knew that in the past that had made him an ideal lover. Tender, but firm. Rough, but gentle. He had known many paramours throughout his tenure, but with Batel, he thought it was time to put it in the past. It was time to move on.

Maybe it was that thought that put him in Ten-Forward that night, some no name bartender pouring shot after shot of whiskey neat into a strangely geometric glass. He felt it burn down his throat, a good kind of pain that reminded him of what it felt like to love. It always took him a few drinks to feel it, but he felt like that was best. It was never a hot rush to his head, just a slow simmer into an ocean of calm.

The bar was empty that night, probably because it was late and the skeleton crew was running the ship. At home, in California, it would probably be around three in the morning. Witching hour. Pike took another drink, then gestured to the bartender for another.

Then, to his surprise, he heard the door open. He instinctively turned his head, a move he instantly regretted due to the thin wave of nausea that followed. But as he let his eyes adjust, he saw the figure of Christine Chapel. She was tall, about 5’7”, and had a presence that screamed academic. She carried herself well, commanding despite her junior rank. She would be going places, and he knew she needed a break from now and then to make it there. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at her like this, as her commanding officer, but the uniforms they selected for medical this year were particularly well endowed.

She didn’t seem to be in a mood to talk, her eyes were slightly blurred. In the state he was in, Chris didn’t know if it was from crying or drinking. As she leaned into the barstool next to him, he realized it was probably a bit of both. As she gestured to the bartender, her voice came out with a little bit of a rasp, the kind that only comes from caring a little too deeply about something, then trying to find a way around it.

“Highball. Strong.”

Pike hid a short smile. She was definitely working through something. As captain of the ship, it was his responsibility to know its crew. And Chapel wouldn’t order a whiskey drink unless something was wrong. But still, besides the spike in his heartrate from hearing her voice, there wasn’t much he could do unless she started talking first.

But as he tried to distract himself, looking for something, anything to focus on instead of his crewmember sitting just a seat away from him, he found he that it was futile to try and ignore her. She was wearing a luxurious perfume, almost like a red wine, that dripped off of her and into his heart. He stole a quick glance and realized that he had never fully appreciated how beautiful she was.

She had short, blond hair, cropped right around her shoulders, and hips that sat back in her chair. The uniform was tight in all the right places, in a way that made Pike’s blood rush into deeply unprofessional places. She wrapped her hand gently around her glass, and brought it to her perfectly parted lips, exhaling softly before tilting her head back and taking the drink whole.

Pike, cognizant of his staring, quickly spun back to the bartender and requested another. But his voice came out as a mimic of itself; if Chapel’s voice was raspy, his was strangled.

A soft laugh, barely contained, escaped Chapel’s lips, drawing Pike’s attention back to her. Her eyes were dark, easy to get lost in, which Pike promptly fell into.

“Hello, Captain.”

The words came out somewhere between a playful taunt and an earnest greeting.

“Nurse Chapel.”

“Oh, why so curt, Captain?” She tilted her head slightly, wavering slightly from the drinks she had finished before her trip to the bar. Pike didn’t know how to respond. His heart was beating faster now, Chapel’s perfume intoxicating him more than any beverage.

“Its… uh…”

“Oh, Captain. I know exactly why.”

Pike’s throat went dry. She had a slight drawl to her voice, and she was beginning to lean in, narrowing her eyes as she clearly sensed prey. Whether it was the whiskey talking o not, Pike realized he was powerless.

“And why would that be, Miss Chapel?”

She blushed slightly at this before answering, then fully spun towards Pike, finally getting closer than is professionally acceptable, whispering into his ear.

“Because you’re getting what Spock didn’t want.”

If Pike was less inebriated, he might have missed the sadness in her voice for a certain kind of sirenhood. But though parts of him were raging to miss that undertone, he knew, as a captain and as a friend, he had to sort this out first.

He leaned back, and downed his drink.

“Christine, is everything okay with Spock?”

She leaned back, apparently frustrated that her attempts to change the object of her affections hadn’t worked. Her eyes clouded over slightly. The alcohol and confidence in her captain worked together to help her bring the story together.

“He fucked T’Pring. I knew it would happen, I knew that he had to, but he fucked her. And then when he came back, he had promised that he’d make it up to me, so I got all dolled up, and he just went to sleep. I just wanted what he had.”

Pike sighed. The whole ship knew what was going on. Spock and Chapel were in something more than a situationship, but due to the complications of Vulcan life, it couldn’t become more than that. So when Spock had to go home to fulfill his duties, Chapel was left adrift. Several members of the crew had received invitations to their shared quarters, seemingly in an effort by Spock to offer Christine a good time, but rumor had it she had turned away them all.

Well, now it seemed like all but one.

Weighing his options, Pick fought against his urge to satisfy Chapel’s needs and took on the role of ship’s therapist. With her legs open in front of him, her lips nursing a drink, and that fucking perfume driving him mad, it wasn’t easy. But it was right.

“Well, what are your options?”

He couldn’t quire fully hide the disappointment in his voice, but they both knew that this would be how it has to go. His role as a captain was more important than his role in the bedroom. Chapel sighed.

“He said that because he got to fuck T’pring, I could fuck anyone I wanted. But I don’t want to betray him like that. But I also think it’s about time I can fuck someone new. I mean, ever since this whole thing started, he hasn’t been the same.”

She paused for a second, licking her lips,

“Captain Pike, I need to get pounded until I can’t walk, and I think Spock does too.”

At this, Pike’s breath leapt from his lungs as his eyes passed over Chapel. Again, he looked over her tits, pushing slightly out of her uniform, her hips, spilling over the side of her barstool, and her eyes, once cloudy, now clearly asking, no, longing for him. And Spock, his junior on the bridge, was always just a glance away. So logical, so tight knit, but always desperate. Always human. Pike always remained firmly within the line of duty, but on long nights spent sitting on the bridge, he had spent an embarrassing time thinking about how he could bend the Vulcan over his kitchen counter, push his head onto the quartz, and fuck him until he had finally ran out of logical things to say.

Nothing could make him harder. He was a good twenty years older than both Chapel and Spock, but he knew that would only turn them both on. They needed to be rammed, his cock buried inside them, and he knew that it was his job, as a Starfleet officer, to care for the well being of his crew. And he couldn’t have two of his best performers failing to do their tasks.

“Of course. In my duty as your captain, I think we should make an appointment.”

Chapel, for her part, was dripping wet by now. She had spent hours daydreaming about getting fucked by someone, anyone, while Spock was gone. Now, she had gotten the Captain. Everyone knew he was good. Better than good. He was supposed to be hung. He was supposed to be passionate. He was supposed to know what it meant to make someone cum. And she wanted it to be her and her lover, getting railed while holding hands, who came together.

She was breathless when she responded.

“Then let me tell Spock. Half an hour.”

Christine Chapel nearly knocked over her drink in her rush to get down out of her chair, and out the door, but Pike, already lusting over her perfect body, slipped down first, grabbed her by the hips, and smacked his hand across her ass. Chapel moaned, quivering slightly at his touch. She stopped, not wanting to move, but instead of giving her what she wanted, what she needed, he gave her a gentle push towards the door.

“Go on now, you have to get ready.”

She didn’t need to hear another word.

Pike had manners. By the time he arrived at the door, he had picked out a bottle of wine from his stores as a gift. Red, to match the perfume. Vintage, to match the sex. Strong, to match him. He barely needed to knock before the door slid open.

The lights were low, set to a soft red, and quiet music drifted through the room. Not quite RNB, but close enough. The lovers had left their windows open, allowing the stars to drift by, and the bed had been made. The rest of the room was clean, fresh roses lining the windowsills. But most importantly, his two crewmates were lying in bed, already intertwined.

Chapel was wearing lingerie, a complete set. A black bralette barely contained her breasts as her nipples, already hard, poked over the top. She was wearing a thong, its edges pulled up over her hips, accentuating her thighs. A garter attached them to stockings that finished just above the knee. She was clearly already wet, moaning softly as Spock slipped his hand beneath her thong and began to work slowly in circles, each touch drawing her breath from her, her moans slowly accelerating.

Spock himself was already nude. He was tall, lean, but well endowed. His cock, already hard, was thick, and precum dripped out of the top. His eyes were closed, but he seemed to already be in a state of near ecstasy, his Vulcan blood slowly dripping from a bite in his lip. Even the mere mention of Pike seemed to have driven him into a pseudo state of Pon Farr, and he grinded against Chapel, guttural moans escaping his lips.

Pike instantly hardened as he watched the two of them. His two officers, already fucking on the bed, ready and waiting for him. He slipped out of his shirt, poured himself a glass of wine, and then stripped down to his underwear before interrupting the lovers with a soft growl.

“Lovebirds, I’m home.”

Already lost in lust, the two, now holding each other a deep embrace, turned towards him. Spock spoke first, his voice breaking slightly.

“Captain. I know Nurse Chapel had spoken to you about our arrangement.”

God. His voice. So Vulcan in its content. So human in its desire. Even as he said the word arrangement he was breaking. He was practically begging for his guts to be rearranged. To lose his grasp on reality.

Pike nodded.

“As far as I know, tonight, you both are mine. And I will treat you like mine. Is that clear?”

They looked up in unison, their eyes wide.

“Yes Captain.”

Pike nodded, then pulled up a chair, sat down, and spread his powerful legs.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Nurse Chapel was lost for a second, the wetness between her thighs clouding her thoughts, but Spock knew exactly when he meant. He crawled towards Pike and clawed for his waistband, pulling his boxers down to his ankles.

Chapel gasped. Pike was huge. Veins caressed the sides of his cock, leading to an uncut tip that she thought might be too big for either of them to take. But Spock, casting logic aside, spread his fingers around its girth and positioned his head above it. His eyes looked up, begging again, almost tearful.

“Captain, please,”

Pike nodded.

Spock thrust his throat down on Pike’s cock, releasing a muffled gargle as he reached halfway down its shaft. He began to bounce his head up and down, releasing moans that caught in his throat, only encouraging him to take more. Spit began to roll down Pike’s cock, dribbling onto Spock’s hand. Pike offered a guttural response, growling before placing his hand on the back of Spock’s head. Before he began to pump, he only said one word.

“Deeper.”

He began to raise his hips into Spock’s desperate attempts to fit the whole thing into his mouth. First it was only an inch deeper, than two, then somehow the whole thing. Spock’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt Pike’s cock fill him up. He felt his own orgasm rising within him, embarrassingly bringing him closer and closer to a finish, but he fought desperately to fight it back. He grabbed on to Pike’s legs, wanted to do better for his captain, but only managing a few more moans and a sloppy wetness continuing to build around the base of his dick.

Chapel, watching this, slid her own hand under her thong, pushing it to the side. As she slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, she stifled her own moan with her other hand. Pike reached over and tore it down, his own hand shaking with pleasure. Between raspy breaths, he forced out a few more words.

“No. You moan for me.”

She swallowed, then began to fuck herself, searching for her spot. As she found it, she began to moan in earnest, her pleasure pushing her hips forward, onto her own fingers. It was pathetic, she realized, but she was powerless. She began to groan, and reached down with her other hand, teasing her clitoris. Watching Spock struggle and gag on her captains cock drove her mad, her lover being ruined in front of her, Pike’s hand pushing his head down.

Spock, in turn, reached a free hand down towards his own dick. It was full and throbbing, begging for release. But as he began to touch himself, Pike pushed down even harder than he had before and held him there, Spock’s mouth scraping against the rough hair around Pike’s full sack. He spoke, pleasure escaping his throat.

“You and your lover are the same. Don’t you fucking touch yourself until I tell you to. You’re mine. You’re desperate, but you’re mine, and you’ll fuck yourself when I tell you to.”

Spock gargled, and tried to pull up, but Pike held him down for two more seconds before letting him come up for air. In a moment of gentleness, Pike rubbed his hand around Spock’s ruined mouth. Spit and precum had made him into a mess.

This only made Chapel’s hands move faster, and her moans turned into a frenzy. Her mind was blank with lust, empty of everything except a desire to be fucked, to be used, the way her lover just was.

This wasn’t lost on Pike, and after softly laying Spock’s head on the bed, he stood, and walked over to the kneeling Chapel. Behind him, Spock was still moaning, and reach another hand down to massage his dick. Pike noticed, but let it slide. He had something else on his mind.

He reached down softly, and picked up Chapel. As he raised her face to his, her lip body soft in his arms, he began to talk, authoritatively, but softly.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Are you desperate for me?”

She couldn’t form words, but nodded and moaned in assent. It was all she wanted. All she could think about was her Captain’s massive cock thrusting inside of her, cumming deep inside. Pike bent her over the bed, leaving her legs over the side. Her skin was soft, silky smooth, and he could feel her wetness even as he had carried her.

He looked at Spock and said,

“Spock. You can fuck yourself all you want, but if you cum, I finish in your lover. If you’re a good boy, I get to finish in you. It’s your call, but either way, what you see me do to her, is going to be exactly what I do to you.”

Spock nodded desperately. Vigorously. He understood. He wanted to be bred. He wanted Pike’s cock to release itself deep inside him as he came.

Chapel, lusting for her captain, pulled her hips back, moaning as she waited.

“Eager aren’t you?”

Pike grabbed onto her hips, but refused to shove his throbbing member inside. He swung back a hand and clapped it against her full ass. She released a scream of pleasure. It was the right amount of pain, just enough for her to know that Pike was strong, and that she was his, but also enough to know that she was safe, that he would take good care of her. She released a breathy gargle, completely uninterpretable.

“Again?”

Pike didn’t need to see her nod to know that this was what she was begging for. He smacked her ass again, as ripples spread across the surface. And again. Each time making her legs quiver with excitement.

Then, finally, he grabbed his dick, and slowly, painfully slowly, pulled her thong to the side, and guided Chapel back onto it. Her mind went blank, he had completely filled her up. Her pussy was dripping onto his legs, his cock throbbing deep inside. She moaned, unable to form words. All she wanted was to be fucked into the bed.

Pike started slowly, the soft squelch of flesh hitting flesh driving him faster and faster until he was ramming his full length in again and again. Chapel moaned, craving an animalistic release. She was barely able to stay up, so Pike pulled her up by her hips, pounding and pounding into her. She quickly stopped moaning, instead a drool of nonsense leaving her mouth as she went completely blank.

He was railing her, resetting her. She felt a wave come over her, building into a wall, and she began to orgasm, her voice reaching a fever pitch. Each thrust felt like a spike of pleasure, again and again and again. Pike kept fucking her, pushing her head down into the bed, releasing her from any obligation except to please him. He was overcome too, his orgasm building as well as Chapel finished for a second time, her quivering legs tensing around his throbbing cock. But as he glanced over at Spock, still biting his lip, slowly stroking his own dick as he watched his lover bent over the bed, eagerly awaiting his turn.

So when Chapel, reduced to a fucked, wet, mess, finished for the third time, her pussy grabbing onto Pike’s dick like a vice, causing him to release another deep, animalistic growl, he slowly pulled out, precum still dripping from his cock. He grazed a hand over her perfect ass, then picked her up slowly and set her higher up on the bed.

Her eyes were barely open, and her face was locked in a state of pleasure. At his gentle touch, slowly brushing her hair, she nodded that she was okay. She wasn’t yet able to speak, the waves of orgasm still rippling across her body, but gestured softly to Spock. As Pike nodded back, he began to turn towards the desperate mess, laying on the ground in front of him.

If Chapel looked like a mess, Spock looked like a whore. He hadn’t yet cum, but an embarrassing amount of fluid stained his abdomen. His eyes were wide, desperate, craving. Even as Pike walked over, he flipped himself onto the bed .

“Wow, Spock. I didn’t take you for a slut.”

“Please”

His voice, devoid of logic, was pleading, begging to be fucked. From behind, Pike could see why. His ass was perky, soft, breedable. His dick swung between his legs, fully erect. His eyes were glazed over, in the throws of lust.

Pike didn’t even condescend to tease him, already lubed up with Nurse Chapel’s wetness, he rammed his cock into Spock’s beckoning asshole. Spock, expecting to be toyed with, moaned like an animal as Pike fucked his g-spot again, causing spasms to spread across his legs. He grabbed on to the sheets, groans escaping his lips.

Pike moaned too, watching Spock’s strong back ripple as he took backshot after backshot, the crack of flesh feeling like the perfect kind of pain. He watched as Christine offered her free had to her lover, as her own hand ventured back down and began to play with herself once again.

Pike was losing himself in Spock’s tightness, his hole gripping onto his massive cock as hit his prostate like a drum. Spock, his mouth already ruined from the facefucking he received earlier, rolled his eyes back into his head as Chapel greeted him with a kiss.

“Oh Spock, you’re good. You’re so fucking tight.”

Spock moaned at the praise from his captain. His orgasm was building as his dick slapped against his flesh. Pike continued to fuck him, using him like a toy, his fingers gripping into his flesh. He smacked Spock’s ass, claiming it as his own, leaving a mark. After Spock howled in pleasure, he smacked again, and again, each time feeling his dick throb deep inside.

Pike, now ready to play with his prey, seeing how desperate Spock was becoming, began to slow down. Spock, desperate to cum, so close to release, began to buck his hips back, chasing a climax. Pike stopped moving, watching his desperate whore fuck himself on his cock. He heard Chapel climaxing again in the background, then picked up the pace, speeding up almost out of nowhere.

That was all Spock could take. His legs began to quake, tightening his ass around Pike’s cock. He shot thick ropes of cum across the bed sheets, moaning with his final release. His legs gave out, and he fell into his own mess, his mouth open on the bed, his hands tight against his lover’s.

But Pike wasn’t finished. He was close to orgasm now too, so he began to speed up, fucking Spock’s limp body, his breath getting deeper, more guttural. Spock’s hole was gaping, breathing in and out. It felt incredible, beckoning his cock deeper and deeper. Just before he came, Pike saw his two ruined toys on the bed, covered in their own mess, and instinctively pulled Spock’s ass close, burying his cock as deep as it could go.

He felt his cum shoot out, filling every cavity, coating Spock’s inside with his own white seed. It spilled out of him, squeezed out by his own cock, dripping onto the bed. He pulled Spock back for a few more thrusts, before finally withdrawing, shaking the rest of his cum onto Spock’s exhausted, perfect ass.

After one more smack, rippling out across the surface, he picked Spock’s exhausted body and laid him down next to his lover.

Despite being such messes, stained with his cum, they seemed peaceful, almost like they were sleeping. Chapel had taken off her thong, and wrapped her legs around Spock, finding comfort in his arms. Spock did the same, reaching for his lover with a new tenderness.

Pike nodded softly, his own legs exhausted by the endeavor. He walked over to his bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and set them down on the bedside table. After gathering up his clothes, lowering the lights even more, and turning down the music, he took one last look at the sleeping couple.

They were perfect. For each other, and for him. He wondered if he’d be invited back anytime soon. As Spock mindlessly ran his hand over Chapel’s ass, squeezing softly with an influx of desire, Pike realized they probably wouldn’t need him anymore. But they would very likely want him. And that he could do.

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