Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-nf2-pas!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newshub.sdsu.edu!news.glorb.com!postnews.google.com!not-for-mail From: a.q@gmx.de (acidqueen) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: NEW DS9 "In Any Life" [PG-13] Sisko/Dax (male) Date: 29 Nov 2004 14:36:32 -0800 Organization: http://groups.google.com Lines: 83 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 195.143.225.130 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Trace: posting.google.com 1101767792 16422 127.0.0.1 (29 Nov 2004 22:36:32 GMT) X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 22:36:32 +0000 (UTC) Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:161432 X-Received-Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 14:36:34 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: In Any Life Author: Acidqueen Series: DS9 Pairing: Sisko/male Dax Rating: PG-13 Summary: Sisko can't escape his fate. Archive: My own website at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all others ask, please. Acknowledgement: Thanks to czb for looking over it! All remaining errors are mine. * "I'm Dax. Jesko Dax," he had said, and shaken my hand. Did I ever think about what would happen to Curzon after his death? Did I ever imagine we'd meet again? Maybe I thought so, but standing face to face with the other, the new Dax, was something that hit me more than expected. For a human - at least, for me - death is the end. I'd said good-bye to Curzon at his funeral, giving little thought to his symbiont. But for a joined Trill, dying means reincarnation. And the very lively proof of this had faced me two months ago. Jesko was nothing like Curzon; instead of a skilled diplomat and sturdy warrior who didn't mind long nights with alcohol, games and women, Jesko was tall and slim and with the controlled habits of a scientist and Fleet member. At first sight, Jesko almost looked like Bashir, but then I saw the expression in his face, the age-old intelligence in his eyes. There was nothing childlike and naïve in a Dax - any Dax - no matter how playful Jesko could be around his colleagues. I thought it would be easy to renew our friendship, and somehow it was, especially in those moments where I caught his serious gaze and listened to his well-founded advice, seeing Curzon in the youthful face. But exactly this made it harder with every day. For almost as many years as I'd been Curzon's friend, I'd dreamed that he would want to be more to me, do more to me than just clutch my shoulder in a friendly shake. Many nights I'd jerked off with him in mind, envisioning him to be at my side or in me. I never was into men, but I was into Curzon; a father figure without the painful aspects real fathers always have; a man I admired so deeply that I'd have gone through hell with him, if he had asked. For a long time I wanted to be in Curzon Dax's bed - now, I wanted nothing more than to have Jesko Dax in my bed. I tried to recall Curzon and tell myself that the old man had never been sexually interested in me, but of course it didn't help. Because, in the end, this wasn't Curzon, but Jesko, and Jesko looked at me with his brilliant eyes and slightly opened his lips when I caught his gaze, rubbing over his temple in thought. I watched his fingertips gliding along the spots, and I wanted to go to him and pull the uniform over his shoulders and kiss down along their path. We joked, we laughed, we talked, we debated; and in the midst of it, he would stare at me and hold his breath, his face glowing in happiness and...desire. And I feared it was only mirroring mine. I held back. Of course I held back. He wasn't my protégée, and I wasn't his mentor, but worse, I was his commanding officer and I couldn't give in to it. I looked away when he was leaning over those damn consoles and fixing the computers. I tried not to let my eyes drop down to his hips and his well-formed legs. I tried to keep my mind on women, started watching erotic movies again to force my needs into safe channels, as safe as a commander can have it without spoiling his reputation. But he won't let me get away with it, I know today. Because he is Dax. And a Dax always gets what he wants - in any life. *** NewMessage: