Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.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: <1658712367.20040926155418@gmx.de> From: "A.Q" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW DS9 "Nova" [NC-17] Sisko/Dax Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-15 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lines: 574 Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 14:55:05 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1096210505 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 26 Sep 2004 10:55:05 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 10:55:05 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:84812 X-Received-Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 07:55:06 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Nova Author: Acidqueen Series: DS9 Codes: Sisko/Dax (m), challenge Rating: NC-17 Summary: Finally, Sisko and Jesko Dax come together. 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 Elizabeth Helena for a wonderful beta! All remaining errors are mine. * Seconds ago, there had only been Jesko Dax in this room, dreaming of Benjamin Sisko. Now, the object of his desire was here. And although it had been expected and anticipated, Jesko suddenly remembered that it wasn't easy if one's dreams came close to being fulfilled. For a long moment, the two men wordlessly faced each. "Sorry for calling in so late," Sisko finally said, lingering in the door. "I can come back some other time..." He was about to turn and walk away, but Jesko shook his head. "It's alright, Ben, you didn't interrupt anything." He stepped back into the room, and Sisko made one step to follow him, then another, reluctantly. The wings of the door closed behind him, and he froze. "I shouldn't have come," he said briskly, his arms stiffly hanging at his sides. "But you should, Ben." Jesko waved toward the couch. "Do you want anything to drink?" Ben Sisko gave him only a glare, ignoring his offer otherwise. He paced back and forth in strained silence, then suddenly stopped and said forcefully, "Stop pushing me, Dax!" Jesko sat down on the couch, loosely folding his hands on his knees. "I don't push you, Ben." "You know what I mean." Sisko paced again for some moments, then turned to the other man, raising one hand in an almost scolding way. "I can't start anything with a junior officer on board of my own station!" "Oh, Ben," Jesko said, an ironic note in his voice, "I may be your junior officer by the limited understanding of Starfleet, but I'm not your junior in any other way." "But we are in Starfleet, Dax," Sisko said with emphasis. "Why did you join when you don't want to follow the rules?" "I follow the rules, when they are sensible. But don't tell me you don't realize my true age and standing." Jesko's gaze drifted outside the window again, where the same stars of only half an hour before were now looking more like a cheap, cheesy decoration. "When I was joined, I learned so much...and I aged. Within minutes, I aged. And then Jesko Netri died, and Jesko Dax was born." He squared his shoulders. "We joined trills pay a high price for the honor they bestow upon us, did you know, Ben?" he said, and focused back on Sisko. "We trade our own selves for a bit of eternal life. Because when we join, we change, and old friends and lovers and even family members don't recognize us anymore. So the family we belong to in the end is the community of joined trills - and the ones they knew from former lives. So please, Ben, don't give me any crap about being my senior. With Curzon, it was the other way round - he was your senior and mentor, and although he was tempted, he didn't want to accept your unspoken offer. But I'm not him in this respect." "So he knew about my...infatuation?" Sisko asked, darkening slightly. "Of course." Jesko looked thoughtful. "And for a while, he was really tempted. He had never had such an eager and interesting protégé and friend before. But he didn't love you like you would have deserved it, Ben. Not in a physical way, anyway." Sisko took a deep breath, then walked around an armchair and sat down, clutching his hands. He stared down on them for a while. Finally he raised his gaze and fixed it on Jesko. "And now you feel you've got to fix the past?" he asked. "I want us to proceed to the logical solution," Dax said. Sisko sighed. "It's not that easy, old man..." Jesko leaned forward, still holding his gaze. "But it is, Ben." He smiled. Sisko kept staring at him. "You should find someone else, Dax. A better fit." Jesko broke into laughter. "Who are you suggesting? I'm not into women, Ben. And the men onboard...Bashir is a kid, by my standards - and even your own, admit it. O'Brien is married and Garak is not my type. Oh," he twitched his lips, "maybe Quark and I would make a great couple." "I'm sure," Sisko said, but couldn't control the broad grin this picture evoked. "Alright, that was a stupid suggestion, and I'm sorry for that." "Now that we've cleared the ground, maybe we can...move on?" Dax said, and broke into his ready but always genuine smile, which made Sisko feel like he was bathing in sunlight. They stood up simultaneously and met in the middle, their steps measured but determined. "You're so beautiful, Jesko. Not in the traditional sense, but...like glowing inwardly, your soul shining through your skin..." Sisko reached out and touched the Trill's face, running his hands along the spots. "I've always wondered if one could feel them." "And can you?" Dax whispered. "I don't know." Sisko closed his eyes and ran his fingertips over them once more. "A bit," he said, and opened his eyes again. A sudden smile spread over his face, reaching every corner. "I can feel them! And they feel wonderful. Oh, old man..." Without further words, Jesko put his hand around Ben's head. It was an asking, not a forcing touch when he guided him into a kiss. Their lips met, and for the first time ever in his life, Ben Sisko kissed a man. And not just any man, but Dax. He felt like bursting. He felt like submerging into the touch and, at the same time, like absorbing all of Dax, body and soul. They kissed again and again, testing and tasting each other, before they sank down on the couch. "I haven't kissed for a long time," Sisko said in a low voice. He clutched Jesko's shoulder as if fearing the Trill could walk away or, worse, vanish into thin air. Jesko wrapped one leg over Sisko's knees and his other arm around Sisko's chest in an embrace. His ready smile was there again, but now with an additional, supernatural brightness. "No matter how many lives I lived - this first kiss is always special and unique." He pulled Ben into another kiss. "As is every first time," he murmured into Ben's ear after releasing him. "First time as in first with a certain partner, or first at all?" Ben inquired. "First time ever for Jesko...eighth time for Dax," Jesko replied. "You never...?" Ben stopped. Did it matter? "You're coming 338 years too late for a virgin Dax," Jesko stated, matter-of-factly. Ben pulled him closer. "Maybe, but I want Jesko to have a wonderful first time, too." "He won't complain," the Trill said with a small tremor in his voice. They kept kissing while their hands began exploring their bodies, stroking backs and chests and shoulders, caressing each other's face, rubbing their legs on each other. After a while Jesko's fingers tried to open the zipper in Ben's front, but he didn't succeed. "They're not built for seduction," he murmured. "Starfleet's really one of the more uptight organizations..." "I can strip for you, old man," Sisko said. He stood up, but had only pulled the zipper halfway, when Jesko took hold of it again. "Let me strip you, Ben. Please." Sisko nodded. Jesko opened the zipper of the uniform. The black and red fabric fell open, revealing the mauve-grey shirt beneath. Carefully he moved the upper part of the jumpsuit over Ben's shoulders and arms, pulling it down to the waist. Then he touched the still clad chest, rubbing over the material. "You feel so good, Ben," he said in adoration. "I can feel your muscles beneath it." Sisko caught the zipper of Jesko's jumpsuit and opened it in one fluid move, quickly removing it from Dax's upper body. Then he began mirroring the touches on his own chest. They stroked each other, eyes dilated, breathing hard. Then, in unspoken agreement, they freed themselves from the shirts, too. Their nude chests stood in stark contrast; one sturdy, muscled, dark like polished mahogany; one slim, sinewy and with a touch of ivory. Sisko's fingertips followed the line of dark spots that vanished into Jesko's pants. But before he could say anything, Jesko took the initiative again. "How beautiful you are, Ben," he whispered, and sank down on his knees. His fingers laced into the lower part of the uniform, rolling it down Sisko's hips. "Stop it, old man. You're making me blush," Sisko replied with a low moan. "Maybe I want to make you blush," Jesko said, and pulled the jumpsuit so far down to the ground that Sisko could step outside. He held himself on the Trill's shoulder when he did it, and then suggested that Dax stand up again. "Uncomfortable to see me kneel, Ben?" Jesko asked after another kiss. "You should know that true love is a divine but also a costly weakness." "And who has said that?" Sisko asked, while he bent forward and slipped his fingers into the back of Jesko's uniform to pull it down. "I can't remember." Jesko shrugged. "But don't you think it fits?" "I don't feel weak. I rather feel like...bursting with energy." In a sudden movement, Sisko scooped the Trill in his arms and carried him over to the bedside. Jesko laughed as Sisko lay him down. "But don't mistake me for any of your women." He leaned back, the jumpsuit still wrapped around his knees. Sisko took hold of the uniform to finally remove it, carelessly throwing it to the floor. Then he crouched over the inviting figure. "I haven't ever seen a woman having this," he stated, and patted Jesko's groin where a pronounced bulge was showing in the shorts. The Trill gasped and arched against his touch. "Oh, Ben...how I've dreamed of this..." "Is it as good as your dream?" Ben said, lowering his head to rub his nose over the hidden erection. "Different...just different." "What did you dream of?" Ben asked, but Jesko shook his head. "Come on, old man, you've had a hell of a long time to think about us. I need to catch up." He lifted his head, stopping his caresses. Jesko sighed and opened his eyes. They had a dark, blue gloom like hidden jewels now, and Sisko reveled in their gaze. "Do you know that you've the most marvelous eyes I've ever seen?" he said. Dax lifted a brow in faint disbelief, then blushed. "I didn't know. And I'm not used to receiving compliments." "Well, you'll get more than you ever wanted from me," Sisko replied, stroking the erection through the fabric. He entwined his fingers into the shorts' front and uncovered the Trill's groin. The penis was basically formed like a human one, but the glans was much longer, and the shaft looked rather irregular, as if someone had knotted and then compressed it. Below it, there were no balls to be seen. For a moment he stared at the organ, almost reaching out to touch it - then it hit him. He was in bed with a man. Lord. Until this moment, it had been something special, outside of the classic gender boundaries and expectations, probably because Dax was an alien and rather androgynous and it was all different...but it wasn't. He was in bed with a man. He barely noticed that Jesko had sat up and was now touching his face. "Unsure?" the Trill asked seriously. "No. It's just that I've never had sex with a man..." Sisko started to flounder. Jesko pulled him closer, stroking his body, nipping at his earlobe. "Maybe you shouldn't think of me as a man, Ben," he said softly between the caresses. "I'm Dax. Just Dax. I was a woman, I was a man; I'm unique, and so are you. We're just ourselves, Ben." Sisko's first impulse was to ignore the suggestion, but then he listened inside and found that it made the gigantic step of suddenly...turning gay...into something manageable and natural - finally joining his old love. Incredible, how deep social conditioning could run. "Trills don't ever have problems with homosexuality, do they?" he whispered, clinging to Dax. "No," the answer reached his ear, "the gap we have in our society is not a gender gap but one between joined and not joined Trills. Most joined Trills find a mate of their own kind, and it's far more likely to have a homosexual couple of two joined trills than any heterosexual variety between a joined and a not-joined Trill." Sisko frowned and lifted his head. "That sounds...sad." "Oh, I didn't want to imply that," Jesko replied. "It's everyone's free choice. But that's how it usually develops." He smiled. "But we're not here to discuss this particular theme, are we?" he said, and fondled Sisko's abated erection. "I - won't argue - with that." Sisko managed to say, then gave into the sensation. Jesko motioned him to lie back; then crouched over him. "I've always thought that human males have a very sexy organ," he said, and efficiently removed Sisko's shorts. "It's not as long as that of most other species, but so nicely symmetrical." His fingers glided along the shaft and played with the glans, rubbing the bit of escaped fluid over it. Sisko gasped and fell back into the cushions, his eyes closing. "I'm always happy to please you, old man." "I know," Dax murmured deep down on his groin. Seconds later, Sisko arched as the Trill closed his lips around his erection. "Oh, yes...yes..." All sinews and muscles, all nerves seemed to connect within that one spot between Sisko's legs, and waves of arousal were modulated into a dance of frequencies. Electric currents danced up and down his inner thighs, before dissipating into his hips and back. His complete lower body felt overheated, ready to catch fire every second. "Dax...oh, Dax..." Sisko moaned, putting his hands on the back of Jesko's head, but without strength. The Trill, however, understood the message and sucked his way up and down the shaft, his hands forcefully closing around the base. From time to time, his tongue teased the slit and the lower side of the glans, only to leave them again. Sisko felt like bursting again, energy flowing through his body like a fire storm now, sweeping from head to toe. He was hyperventilating, his breathing extremely quick and shallow, but he was unable to calm down, to escape the approaching crescendo. His brain numbed, and the inner side of his lids turned into a colorful kaleidoscope, rotating faster and faster. "Yes...yes..." A last second of having something resembling a voice and a brain attached to it, and then his body shook, his back arching, his chest lifting. His fists hit the bed, once, twice, while inarticulate sounds left his throat, more an animalistic roar than anything human. His feet pushed into the bed, too, and something was compressed between his legs...Dax, some subconscious part said, but the strain was too strong to work against it. Finally, the energy was dissipating, streaming out of his limbs. Everything was trembling uncontrollable. He rolled to his side, trying to fetch his breath. "It's alright. Breathe steadily, Ben," someone said, and massaged his neck. "Damn..." Sisko whispered roughly after some minutes. "Your bedside manners could be better," Jesko said joyfully, half leaning over him. "That was incredible," Sisko managed to say. "Really." Jesko nipped at his throat. "That's much nicer. Even with eight lives, it's good to know it still works." "You sure didn't feel like a virgin." Sisko rolled on his back again, pulling Jesko over himself. He badly needed this substantial, physical contact to prove himself that this wasn't some midnight fantasy, which his overexcited synapses had conjured. "I told you..." Jesko began, but was silenced by a kiss. "Ben!" he tried again when he could, but Sisko pursued with his kissing, rolling the Trill on his back in the process. "Oh," was the last thing Jesko said for a while, as the human began exploring the alien genitals much closer than before. The thought crossed Sisko's mind that with a human man there would've been much more of a hurdle to clear, but the different look, touch and especially smell truly made this encounter something special and unique. Dax had been right. This was about the two of them - and he loved Dax. And the ones you loved were always beautiful to you, he thought, and bent down to caress the long glans. There was no foreskin to pull back, and he carefully stroked the tip, unsure where the most erogenous zones were, but eager to find out. There was little reaction, and so he followed the line down to the knotted area, which made Jesko's slight smile broaden, his lips opening in arousal. Sisko lowered his head and licked over the flesh, then sucked on some of the more pronounced lumps, while his hands rubbed over Dax's hips and outer thighs. The spots were a faint, but detectable irregularity on the otherwise flawless skin, and Sisko couldn't stop himself from following their line up and down with his fingertips. Suddenly, his hands were caught. "Don't rub them off, Ben," Jesko whispered. "What would a Trill without spots look like?" Sisko grinned. "Can't help it - they feel wonderful. All of you feels wonderful." He licked over the knotted shaft once more, and the Trill's grip on his hands tightened. "You can grab it harder," Jesko's voice came from seemingly far above and away, and so Sisko closed one hand around the knotted part. At first, he rubbed up and down like he would on his own penis, but then he tried various methods. It was the motion of milking that finally made Dax lose all resemblance of control. He jerked, but in the special way people did when something was almost too good, and so Sisko felt entitled to pursue his action. He fully knelt down between Dax's spread legs to get his other hand free too, and closed it around the upper part of the knots and the lower edge of the glans. Only the smooth, white tip was visible above his hands, and for a moment he looked at it in fascination - then he started milking hard. "Oh yes, Ben...te'shena Ben....masenjO...ehyaa...." Jesko muttered under his heavy breathing; alien, incomprehensible but wonderful sounds, in Sisko's judgment, since he had never heard any Trillian words from any Dax before. If this was the way to learn more of it, he'd delve into serious studies. But first things first, and so he tightened and released both hands in time with a small upward movement. Between his thumb and forefinger, the glans enlarged, its surface so stretched as if wanting to burst, and the opening on top of it grew in size, too. The whole scene was so much like milking that Sisko shouldn't have been surprised when a liquid splashed out of the opening, raining down on them - but it was light red and so he jerked back for a second, unsure what to do. But Jesko was definitely in the throws of a powerful climax, and so he grabbed the penis again and milked it down to the last drop, calming his irritated mind with childhood visions of watered redcurrant juice on white table cloths. "Ah, Ben..." Jesko murmured, and reached out to touch the back of Sisko's hands, which were still closed around the abating erection. The sperm on them felt like water, giving the touch a surrealistic feel. "My Ben..." Sisko released his tight hold and distributed the liquid from his hands over Jesko's hip. The disturbing color gave the skin a darker touch, and suddenly he thought of menstrual blood and then of - "Anything wrong?" Jesko asked in concern. Sisko shook his head, but said, "to humans, red sperm looks like bleeding. And right now it reminds me of what a human girl looks like after her first sex." "Your women bleed when they have sex for the first time?" Jesko asked. "Weird." "Not as weird as the traditions surrounding it. But you've proven to be a proper virgin, Jesko," Sisko said on a lighter note, and patted the Trill's inner thighs. "And that was something important?" Jesko raised a brow. "No, not important. But it's always something special...well, for humans anyway," he added as he saw Jesko's irritated gaze. "Maybe we love the idea to be the first one to lay hands on someone." "Hmmm, well, that's something I can understand," the Trill said, sat up, and pulled Sisko into a kiss. When he released him again, he said, "Welcome to the world of gay sex." Sisko blushed and laughed. "1:0 for you, old man. I'm sorry." They kissed again. "I've heard about a human invention called make-up sex." Jesko grinned. "But first I need a shower," he added with a glare at the colorful mess. "Care to take it with me?" "Of course," Sisko said. It was a very long way into the shower and out again, but finally they made it into Jesko's bed where they lay down, Jesko resting his head on Ben's shoulder. "It would look boring," Sisko said out of the blue. Jesko looked at him in confusion. "What?" "A Trill without spots," Sisko explained, and put a kiss on the ones within reach. "Ah. Yes." Jesko smiled and settled back into Sisko's arms. They remained in silence for a while, each following his own trail of thoughts. Outside, Jesko thought as he gazed at the window, the stars looked like little holes someone had cut into a dark curtain that had been hung up by a god, because the true colors of the universe might prove too overwhelming for any living being. It surely would be too much of a good thing for him tonight. Almost like this here... "I love you, Dax," Sisko whispered. "I've loved you for a long time..." Jesko turned his head away from the stars and met Sisko's gaze. He could feel his throat tightening, his mouth becoming dry. Incredible, how intense this particular feeling was in every life - always unique, fresh and somehow surprising. "I love you too, Ben," Jesko said - and all of Dax agreed. *** ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: