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You are NOT my father [Locked to adm_chris_pike]

He'd managed to lose his older self, which in turn lost the Admiral. There was no way he was going to let those two ruin his fun. So he heads out and gets drunk off his ass and while drunk he ends up getting a nice lovely tattoo along the center of his back. It should've hurt, but it didn't. Though that was probably because he was drunk off his ass and wasn't really thinking straight. Not like he actually had a brand to say he was an owned man. Teen... whatever...

But after getting the tattoo, he just heads out with the intent to have a bit more fun.

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"Good," Pike answers and leans in, placing a chaste kiss to James' forehead. "All right, on your stomach and let me rub some of the healing salve I have onto you so that you aren't hurting so much."

He scrunches his nose a bit at that, but lays down on his stomach and rests his head on his arms. "Can we bring Jim back now?" He whispers.

"Sure," Pike answers, happy for the reprieve of sorts. He needs out for a few minutes. He calls for Jim just as he pulls out that salve and begins applying it to the boy's reddened skin. By the time Jim arrives, Pike is done and waiting for his boy, sitting on the bed and rubbing James' back.

James lays there, eyes closing as his back is rubbed, he's tempted to fall asleep but isn't going to. He doesn't really want to.

Jim comes back up and gives a smile, going over and kissing his Master before sitting down on the bed. "Everything okay now?"

"It is," Pike answers softly, hiding a look of pain in his gaze as he stands slowly. "If you don't mind sitting with James for awhile, I need a shower." He doesn't really say anything else, leaving the bedroom for the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He sets the water on and strips from the clothes he's got on, stepping beneath the hot spray of water. He leans back against the tiled wall and that's when he lets that wall inside himself down and he feels the tears staining his face.

James frowns watching Jim then where Pike had went. "I should..."

"Give him a moment, James." Jim says laying down beside his younger self and reaching over rubbing his back.

"I need to apologize to him..." James whispers.

Christopher slides down the wall until he's sitting on the floor of the shower, head dropped back against the wall, letting the water mingle with the tears on his face. All he could hear was the two of them comparing him to Frank.... one saying he was like Frank and the other saying he wasn't exactly like Frank... still, though, all Pike could think was that he had to do something to fix all of this or he was going to have to give them both up until he could.

"I have to..." James whispers.

"James..."

"No, don't!" He says firmly before jumping up and heading towards the bathroom, he's sure he's not going to get in so he just slides down along the door. "Sir?"

Pike hears the boy's voice but he really can't answer right now; not as shaken as he is by what he's feeling. He's got to pull himself together but he doesn't even know where to start.

"I'll be out in a few minutes, boys," he finally manages to answer before he starts shaking a little.

There's new tears there and he's not even sure he can explain why, even when he feels Jim come over and pull him close. "I'm sorry." James whispers. "I was wrong, I'm sorry." He chokes out burying his face in Jim's chest, leaving Jim a bit confused on how to handle the situation.

Pike hears those words and he shuts his eyes tightly. For the sake of both his boys, he finally pushes himself to his feet and turns off the water. Grabbing a towel, he roughly and quickly dries off his face and eyes, wrapping the towel around his waist before opening the door to see them both sitting right there. He bends down and picks up the younger boy in his arms, moving them all back to the bed, pulling James between himself and Jim, letting the boy lay however he wished.

"Don't," he whispered softly into the boy's hair. "Please don't. I can't handle hearing either of you apologize to me right now. It's fine. I am fine. Everything will be okay. I'm just... I'm tired and it's effecting everything right now. Please, both of you... I'm fine. It's okay. You need to know you can say whatever you need to say without fear of my getting angry or upset and still be able to be strong for you both..."

Jim gives his Master an apologetic look and rubs his younger self's back as they slip back into the bed. "I think this is all overwhelming for him, sir. He's not used to having someone give a damn about him." He's pretty damn sure that's what it is for James.

James isn't paying attention to what his older self is saying, he just curls up and clings to Pike like the guy was the very breath he breathed. A part of him wanted the damn universe to swallow him whole, to make it all go away and make it all make sense. None of it did though. "But I..." He'd hurt Pike by saying that, he shouldn't of.

Pike sighs softly and just holds the boy tightly, fingers trailing through the dark blond locks gently.

"No, Jim, that's not what it is," he said quietly. "The two of you, earlier, talking about Frank... it threw me. I don't think I ever realized that you.. or him.. would see me in that light; that I was no better than Frank because I hit you, only I didn't do it for no reason. But it's still the same, isn't it? I still hurt you..."

Jim frowns at that, "I never said you were no better then Frank, sir. I told him that you WERE better then Frank because you showed us that you actually gave a damn about us when he didn't. I never said you were no better then him."

James just curls up more, clinging to Pike that much more tightly.

"No, it isn't the same, sir. You don't hit us. You discipline us, that's different. He beat us. You don't do that. You give us guidance and love."

Pike looks at his own boy intently, even as he pulls James against his chest, letting the boy cling to him for now.

"You didn't think so at the beginning though," he said softly. "You ran from me more than once... I do remember that... I just don't want to make the same mistakes again..."

"Stop thinking you will, sir." Jim states softly, moving to lay closer to the two of them, though makes a face at the tattoo. Though it was a good likeness of the Enterprise. He reaches over and trails fingers lightly over it. "You won't make them, I won't let you."

James eventually cries himself out and he's so... exhausted, but still... "I was wrong." He whispers pressing closer to Pike.

"And you are forgiven, little one," Pike whispers softly, kissing James on the forehead once more. "But I want you to know, you can say anything that needs to be said without fear of my hurting you for it. I'll never hurt you for being honest with me, James. Remember that."

"Okay..." He whispers, still clinging to Pike. "I wasn't right though. I should've never said what I did." James whispers, those eyes closing a bit.

Pike knows nothing he says will make the boy believe him tonight so he continues to just run his fingers through the boy's hair, leaving Jim to rub the boy's back until James is asleep. After a few minutes of silence, Pike meets his own boy's gaze with his own.

"I love you," he whispers softly.

Once James is asleep, he gives his Master a small smile. "I love you too, sir." Though his eyes go back to his younger self. "You realize that if he belongs to you, we'll have to make it official."

Pike nods slowly, still watching Jim carefully.

"How do you feel about that?" he asks softly. "I won't do anything that upsets you..."

"I don't mind it, sir. I care about him too and he'd have a wonderful man for a Master. Everyone deserves that."

"All right then," Pike says quietly. "We'll talk it over with him in the morning and if he agrees as well, I'll get him a collar and everything else as well." He yawns softly and closes his eyes. "Get some sleep, Jim. I have a feeling life just got more interesting for us both..."

"And he'll need to remove the Enterprise from his back." He murmurs giving a yawn of his own, letting his own eyes close. He wraps around his younger self and makes sure he's touching his Master in some way before letting sleep take him.

Pike chuckles softly at that but knows his boy is right. The tattoo has to go. He slips into sleep, James plastered to his chest and Jim's hand resting on his abdomen.

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