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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG "Sick Call" 1/1 [NC-17] W/Wes
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*****

Title: Sick Call

Author: Acidqueen <a.q @ gmx.de>

Series: TNG

Codes: Worf/Wesley

Rating: NC-17 , rough

Summary: Wesley pays a visit.
Author's Note: Blame it on Cait N. for posting that Lyra
(double blame on her) wanted to have a Worf/Wesley story!

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own Star Trek, I own my
brain. No infringement intended, no money being made. All
original content (c) 2004 by Acidqueen.

Acknowledgment: Special thanks to my beta Lyrastar! All
remaining errors are mine!

Archive: My own site at http://www.syredronning.de ,
ASCEM, all else ask, please.

***

At first, Worf was only dimly aware of a presence nearby
that caused his medical bed to vibrate, probably re-
arranging his blanket and checking his readouts. But then
he awoke to the hiss of the hypo that was pressed against
his shoulder and, blinking against the dim light, he
realized that this silhouette didn't belong to the night
nurse.

"Mr. Crusher!" Worf growled. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you got wounded today," Wesley said, and pulled
back the blanket. "Looks bad."

"That is not your concern, ensign. Leave me alone."

The word came came softly, but clearly. "No."

The Klingon's brows furrowed. "Ensign?"

In one swift movement, Wesley uncovered the Klingon's
genitals. Surprised, Worf tried to move, but to no avail.

"Skeletal muscle relaxant, Worf. No chance," Wesley said
overly friendly, while he retrieved a small bottle. He
opened it, letting the liquid drip into his palm.

"I'm gonna fuck myself on you. Use you, Worf." He smeared
the slick lube all over the Klingon's stiffening member.
"Climb you and shove your pole right into me." He pierced
his eyes into Worf's. "All those years, I had something to
keep me going...the visions of what I'd do to you one day,
how I'd pay you back for all the times you handled me like
a piece of shit, a clueless little bugger..." His hand
wandered up and down Worf's dick, rubbing along the three
ridges that ran along the shaft's length.

"I'll call for help!" Worf grunted.

"The night nurse is asleep, Worf," Wesley said in a
honeyed voice. "In a very deep sleep tonight. I know the
routines of sickbay by heart, Worf. And besides -" He
dropped his pants and stepped out of them, throwing them
carelessly to the floor, "- who would believe you?"
Placing his hands to the left and right of the Klingon, he
climbed over him, his legs just slim enough to find holds
on the very edges of the bed.

"What boy would willingly hurt himself by doing this..."
He groaned as he lowered himself onto the big cock,
nudging it the first centimeters into his body. Worf, now
fully paralyzed, stared at him, mouth open wide in stunned
disbelief.

"Imagine Mom coming in now," the boy said breathlessly.
"My ass is already bleeding; can you feel it?" He pulled
upwards for a second, then pressed down again. "Ah, I'm so
tight, Worf. Tight little virgin ass. And you're so big.
Fuck me senseless, Worf. I know you want it, too." He
laughed roughly, an edge of pain in his voice as the rest
of the Klingon dick vanished into him. "Oh yeah." With a
moan he sat upright, tilting his head and extending his
arms to the sides as if to celebrate his defloration.

"Oh yeah, you're so big, Worf," he muttered with eyes
closed, slightly rocking on his seat. "My soiled
warrior...where's your honor now? Fucked by a human slut,
and you can't do a thing about it." Leaning forward again,
he placed his hands on the Klingon's chest, burying his
fingernails into the leathery skin.

"Wouldn't you like to move, Worf? You'd hurt me, you know.
Maybe restore your honor with my blood." He lifted his
butt and drove it down again, once, twice, screwing
himself on the oversized alien dick. "Oh god," he moaned.
"You're so big. And you're thrusting into me. You're
hurting me, over and over. Violating me."

His breathing quickened as he moved faster. "Imagine you'd
get up, pin me down on the floor. Take the upper hand and
rape me in return. Fuck my asshole. Force me to suck you
dry." Fighting for air, he changed position, freeing one
hand to masturbate himself.

"But you can't move, can you?" he whispered, dropping a
sparkling glance from under heavy lids. "I'm fucking you,
Worf. I'm gonna cum all over you, all over -"

He gasped and, with a bucking movement, climaxed over the
Klingon's chest, shooting white liquid up to his
shoulders. Moaning, he milked himself down to the last
drop, then looked at the man under him.

"You didn't come? What a pity." Awkwardly he lifted
himself off of Worf's still rock-hard dick, then slipped
down to the floor. Stiffly, he bent down to grab his
pants, putting them on with unsteady hands. But on his
face, there was a smug grin.

He walked up to Worf's head and leaned over him until
their cheeks touched. "If you're man - get me," he
whispered into his victim's ear.

The Klingon bared his teeth, growling, "I will get you,
Wesley, and then you'll be eternally sorry for tonight."

The boy's smile broadened as he left Sickbay, swinging his
hips in a provocative way before the door shut behind him.

Worf howled after him for a moment, then took a deep
breath and relaxed, feeling his control slowly returning
to his limbs. Tomorrow, he thought and closed his hands to
iron fists, tomorrow he'd take this little
toQe'Human'Stra'v until it screamed - just like after
their first sickbay night a year ago.

*****



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