Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-pas-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!pd7cy1no!shaw.ca!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!newsfeed.cwix.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <1599502557.20041231133925@gmx.de> From: "A.Q" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW DS9 "Of Wishes and Horses" [PG-13] Sisko/Jesko Dax, challenge Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 417 Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 13:55:24 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104501324 209.198.142.218 (Fri, 31 Dec 2004 08:55:24 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 08:55:24 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86561 X-Received-Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 05:55:53 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Of Wishes and Horses Author: Acidqueen Series: DS9 Rating: PG-13 Codes: S/D (male), implied: B/D (male), G/B, challenge Note: For Stephen's "The Other Sex" challenge. Loose sequel to Kat's Jesko story and my own ones. Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek, I own my brain. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made. Archive: My own website at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all others ask, please. Acknowledgement: Thanks to the wonderful Hypatia for a last- minute-online-beta and to the marvelous Elizabeth Helena for getting the DS9 facts straight! All remaining errors are mine. Summary: Julian wants Jesko. But will he get him? * Bashir was mortified. It was one thing to dream about Jesko in the middle of the night (and O'Brien be damned for starting his obsession concerning Dax), but it was a very different thing to see that dream image materializing on DS9. And while Molly summoned Rumpelstiltskin, and Sisko saw Buck Bokai, both fantasies which did not exceed the bounds of decency, his version of Jesko had not only tried to seduce him the very first moment it had appeared in his quarters, but had also joined him in ops, wearing only a string thong that showed...well, about everything. He had been forced to order a bathrobe from the replicator to cover the worst. If Bashir could have vanished into the floor, he would have done so. But while he tried to keep control, his imagined Jesko was about to crawl in his pants...well, into his shirt, at least. Had he really imagined such an oversexed person? Thankfully, the true Jesko Dax seemed mainly amused. "It seems you solved your problem," he said with a grin. The problem, of course, was Bashir's attraction to Dax. Or rather, that Dax was not at all interested in him. The words from the day before were still ringing in his ears. "Julian, you're a wonderful friend. I enjoy the time we spend together". It was just what a man wanted to hear when he took the chance to speak his heart. And because of the big leap Bashir had taken to talk about his homosexual attraction at all, the rejection was much harder to bear. But at least Dax had been nice and understanding. And amused. Yes, amused. It seemed to be the only emotion Bashir could stir in Dax. After that talk, he had taken the very long, very high-pitched sonic shower Dax had recommended. Unfortunately, it had heated him up rather than cooled him down. Bashir was stirred out of his thoughts by a hand that slipped into his underwear from behind. "Don't do that," he grumbled. "He's really very energetic," the true Jesko said. He folded his arms and leaned back at the console. "You should make good use of him, Julian." Bashit looked unconvinced. "I should?" "Of course. You can't do much here at the moment anyway," Dax said. "I'm sure it's time for a break." He twinkled. "Ah. Well. Maybe." Bashir was irritated. Somehow, it would be much more natural if Dax minded this fantasy figure, but obviously he enjoyed this scene more than Bashir did. "Why aren't you having a coffee with your twin?" he suggested. "Oh, no, it's your fantasy." Dax waved Sisko, who was just stepping out of his office. "Ben, I'm just trying to convince Julian that he should take a break. What's your opinion?" Even though Sisko was in anything but a good mood, Jesko's statement wrung a weak smile from the commander. He gave Bashir an amused gaze. That did it. "All right, I'll leave. I'll be in the Infirmary." Bashir rushed out of the door, the fake Jesko at his heels. Behind him, he could hear Dax laughing. It could only get better from here, Bashir thought fatalistically. * "Don't you think you've been mean to Julian today?" Sisko asked, when he joined Jesko in his room that night. They had successfully rode out the aliens, which could only mean that Bashir was once again alone, while he, Sisko, was blessed to own the one, single, true Jesko Dax in this universe. Jesko rolled on his back, displaying his slim but well-trained body to its best advantage. "Julian is becoming obsessed with me. I thought a little date with my copy might break the spell." "Or just enforce it." Sisko dropped his clothes and knelt down on the bed. "I was obsessed with you even before our first night, but after that, it was worse." He bent over Jesko's chest, putting a kiss on one flat nipple. "Besides, he didn't take up the fake's offer," Sisko added. "He didn't?" Jesko frowned, then shrugged. "His own loss." "Mean..." Sisko murmured, but kissed him anyway. The kiss rapidly evolved into some other action, and so they forgot all about Bashir for the moment. It was much later when the lights were already off that Jesko whispered into the darkness, "Was I really mean, Ben?" "You were." "He really didn't?" "He told me so." "Hm." Jesko sounded unconvinced. "A pity. I really thought it would help him. You know how the mind works. Sometimes, you think you want someone so badly, and all you really want is the sex." "He imagined the perfect toy, Jesko," Sisko said. "I don't think that going to bed with it would have solved the problem at all." "Hm. Well, sooner or later a nice girl will come along his way." Now it was Sisko's turn. "Hm." "Hm?" "You don't believe he's in love you?" Sisko asked. Jesko snorted. "No. He's in love with every handsome woman that walks through the airlock...for about two days. His emotional attention span is that of a Benari hummingbird in heat." "He's young," Sisko said. "Can't you remember how you were before the joining?" "Barely. But I was never that young." Jesko sounded insulted. "And stop laughing, Ben!" "I do," Sisko retorted, but his grin seemed to permeate the darkness. "All right." Jesko sighed. "I'll try to be nicer to him. Although that won't solve the problem either." "Seems it's time for some creative thinking," Sisko said. Jesko didn't answer, and so Sisko soon fell into sleep. * Bashir was guilt-ridden. There was Jesko, dying in his Infirmary because of the surgery Bashir had been forced to perform, and there was Sisko, trying to talk to the newly joined Verad Dax. Bashir didn't know if the commander stood a chance against the man. But then, Verad Dax was nothing like Verad had been. It made Bashir muse that he never got to know - and never would either - the true Jesko. Only now, he fully understood that Jesko Dax was indeed a personality that had already 400 years of lives and experiences ahead of him. No wonder Jesko seemed mainly amused when it came to him. He took Jesko's hand. It was white, thin, long-fingered. He had never gotten to hold Jesko's hand outside the Infirmary. The Trill had never believed Bashir's vows of love, but had continued to ignore his approaches and any attempt to prove his feelings. Once, he had asked Jesko if there was another person in his life. Jesko had avoided an open answer, but from that moment on, Bashir had known Jesko had already lost his heart to someone else. He just hadn't known who it was until today. But now he knew. He had read it in Sisko's eyes, in the moments of unusual panic he had seen there. Sisko never panicked unless it was over Jake. He might be pushy, angry, aggrieved, frustrated - but he never panicked about anyone or anything else. Rumors had it that he lost that ability when his wife died. Obviously, it had come back with Dax. And now Sisko might lose that special someone again. Bashir clenched his hands in frustration. There was only so much he could do for Jesko - without the symbiont, a joined Trill would inescapably die. Time was running out for the much too young body on his medical bed. And worst of all, it had been his own hands that had brought Jesko into this situation. Although Jesko had blocked his advances, and Bashir now knew that the Trill was Sisko's partner - and Bashir wouldn't ever stand a chance against the commander - he couldn't stop loving Jesko Dax. In a sudden decision, he bent down and kissed the cool lips. It wasn't professional, but it would be all he would ever get and be allowed to give. * "Take it easy," Sisko said. "It took me a while to convince the doctor that you could stay in your own quarters. Don't make me a liar." "I won't," Jesko Dax, recently rejoined, said. He weakly sank on his bed, curling on the blanket. "Julian knows, doesn't he?" "I think so." Sisko sat down next to him, stroking his hair. "Which is probably why he let you go, knowing that you'd have someone to take care of you." Jesko frowned - barely. "I don't need a nurse, Ben." "No, you need a caretaker." Sisko stripped him efficiently, then took off his own clothes. He found another two thicker blankets, burying the Trill under them. "I'm not cold," Jesko stated, but wrapped himself in them anyway. Sisko put his arm around the bundle, for a while just wordlessly hugging his lover. "I thought I had lost you," he whispered, his voice rough. "I don't remember how I managed to make it through the day." "You were at your best, Ben," Jesko murmured, sleepily. "It's a bit unsettling that you really shot me, but the Jesko part of me is very happy about that." "I'm unsettled, too." Sisko began massaging Jesko's neck. "In a way, I killed a Dax, didn't I?" "Yes. But everything of Verad is inside of my mind now." "Isn't that very stressful?" Sisko asked. He knew that he should let Jesko rest, but he felt the need to know just what he was dealing with now. "Yes...and no. There is so much in him that I can understand...his frustration with the symbiosis commission, his feelings of being second class....It shouldn't be that way in our society, but it is." "And you feel guilty about it?" Jesko was quiet for so long that Sisko thought that he had fallen asleep. But then he said, "On some days. But on the other hand, I didn't invent the system, and I can't change it right away. And I've worked so hard for my achievements, being the only one ever qualifying for a second time. I feel that I've earned it." "You did, Jesko." Jesko freed one arm from the blanket and put his hand on Sisko's face. "Thanks for everything, Ben. From both of us." They shared a kiss; and then, as if this action had cost him his final energy, Jesko sank into a deep sleep, no longer noticing that Sisko was staring at him for a very long time. * Bashir was frustrated. It had all begun with Garak being easily irritated. It had gone downhill from there, with Garak having seizures and now dying from that wire in his head. The wire that had been implanted...why ever. He didn't really trust any of the explanations he had received, although the one as antidote against torture was probably believable, taking all information into account. But so far, it hadn't helped him to come any closer to a solution. His mind whirled, thinking hard. The wire made him angry; a device like this should never have been put in anyone's head. The Obsidian Order was a new, dark, looming presence, making him feel like he was poking into a hornet's nest. These guys were no fun, and Garak had been one of them. What exactly he had done for them in the past, Bashir would probably never learn. But it was clear that they didn't feel inclined to help him now. In the end, his thoughts always went back to the image of Garak, dying in his Infirmary. No. They went back to Garak wanting to die, pleading that he deserved to die. It had hit Bashir to the core, not only because he was a doctor and bound by the Hippocratic Oath, but because the thought of Garak dying was unbearable to him. What did he tell Dax today? 'We're not friends. I don't trust him.' The truth was, it didn't matter if he called him a friend, or if he trusted him. It didn't matter if they liked the same dishes, or if they would ever agree on any book that they discussed. None of that mattered, because he cared for Garak. Plain and simple. To see him in agony was like suffering himself. Yes, he took it personally. Bashir made his decision. He would ask Sisko for a shuttle to meet Enabran Tain in Cardassian space. He just had to. * "Do you think Bashir knows?" "Knows what?" Dax looked up from his padd, eyeing Sisko. The commander lay back on the couch, idly tossing one of Jake's baseballs from hand to hand. "That he has fallen in love with Garak." "He has?" Jesko raised his brows. "He has. Look at that mission report." Sisko pointed at the screen of the console. "I've read it. It reminded me of you. When we were in the Federation Embassy on Romulus, and you wanted to go to the Tal Shiar to save the life of our arrested staff member Stolpan...only a young, foolish officer can come up with that kind of idea." "I know. And I didn't go at that time, because Curzon was a better diplomat than I am. And I wasn't in love with Stolpan." Sisko threw the ball high up into the air and caught it again, then faced Dax. "When Bashir came to me with that pleading look in his eyes, I just knew that he would leave, no matter what I would say." Jesko pondered the idea. "I doubt that Garak will be happy about that." "He'll hate it. Because if there's one kind of truth serum in the world, it's love. He won't be able to stand a dose without being changed forever." Dax rubbed one of his upper spots. "All right. I will correct my former statement: Only a human can come up with such foolish ideas. Garak is a dangerous, untrustworthy man. Not even Bashir will be able to change that. We're not talking about one of those Earth myths here, where a princess kisses a snake, and a handsome prince turns up." "Frog. She kissed a frog." Sisko threw the ball into Jesko's lap, catching him by surprise. "Frog," the Trill conceded. "Which doesn't make the thing any more believable." "Knowing Garak, I'd expect a dragon instead of a prince," Sisko said with a grin. "And what about Starfleet?" Jesko tossed the ball back. "I don't think they need to know anything for now. Bashir isn't foolish - really, he isn't, Old Man," Sisko emphasized, as he saw Jesko's frown. "I know this could be trouble, but give Bashir credit for having a brain too." "I'm trying. But he and Garak..." Dax shook his head. "Me and you...?" "We had to happen. And we are on the same side." "I have a feeling Mr. Garak has a few more surprises left for us," Sisko said. He turned his head when the door opened. "Hello, Jake." "Hi Dad, hi Dax," Jake said. He easily caught the ball that was flung toward him. "You feel like playing?" "I do," Sisko said. "What about you, Dax?" "Sure," Dax said. He eyed the man opposite to him, the face that was tired beneath the smile. Sisko was having a hard time with running the station, and his conflicts with the Admiralty didn't make it easier. He was a stubborn man with strong opinions and with an energy that seemed to radiate from his body. He wasn't easy to get along with for many. And yet, this was the man he loved. There was a reason why he hadn't conjured a fantasy figure in the past, like the others had done. Why should he, when all that he needed was right there within his reach? "Catch!" Jake called out, ending his reverie. He snatched the ball and joined his chosen family. For the rest of the evening, the three of them just had a lot of fun. *** ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. 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