Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!bigfeed2.bellsouth.net!news.bellsouth.net!cyclone1.gnilink.net!gnilink.net!wn14feed!worldnet.att.net!216.196.98.144!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: From: "Nick" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TNG "Hard Won: An Offering" [NC-17] P/Q Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Lines: 397 Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 22:55:08 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1096412108 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 28 Sep 2004 18:55:08 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 18:55:08 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:84895 X-Received-Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 15:55:10 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Hard Won: An Offering Author: Nick (plan9channel7 at witty dot com) Series: TNG Rating: NC-17 Codes: P/Q Part: 1/1 Feedback: Yes, please. Here, there and everywhere. Warnings: Bev bashing, Riker bashing, and phantom energy organs.=20 Summary: Q waxes bitchy, then philosophical, then bitchy again on=20 Disclaimer: I don't own them but they're too hot not to play with. I made it up for love, not money. Archive: Wherever, so long as my name stays attached. Will eventually make it to my website at: http://www.geocities.com/pompadour_slim/pq.html At first, Q had decided to stay away for as long as he could stand.=20 Let the man wake in the middle of the night cold and alone. Let him=20 cry out, "Q! Q! Where are you? I'm sorry! Q!" Let him curse himself=20 for his cowardice and his pride. But the man hadn't done those=20 things. Instead, he had carried on as he would have had Q not=20 decided to visit him that night two weeks ago. Better, perhaps, as=20 his mind was clearer and sharper. The release of all of that long- felt, deeply ingrained tension had done wonders for him. Q had done=20 wonders for him. Yet still he stubbornly refused to summon the=20 entity to his bed again.=20 Q knew he refused because Q watched him. In fact, after two=20 excruciating days of absence to satisfy his ego, the immortal entity=20 had returned to the Starship Enterprise sure that he would find the=20 object of his affection deep in the throes of regret and desperate=20 for the opportunity to redeem himself. But Q had known, deep down,=20 that the man would not be neglecting his oh-so-important=20 responsibilities to wallow in his loneliness.=20 //No, that's my job,// the entity thought bitterly.=20 Q had watched the man preparing for work in the morning; he=20 rose easily, washed and dressed himself efficiently. Q had imagined=20 a lingering glance toward the empty bed, a slight hesitation as he=20 crossed the threshold into the corridor that joined his quarters=20 with the rest of the ship. How could the man go on that way? How=20 could he conduct complex negotiations with renewed vibrancy and=20 determination, all the while knowing that he had given up the love=20 of a god-like immortal? //And a witty god-like immortal at that.//=20 But what had he really given up? The man was shrewd -- //For a=20 primate// -- and he must know that Q was nearby, watching, waiting.=20 Really, Q had to admit, the man had every reason to think that time=20 was on his side. What were two weeks to a Q? Fine. Let the man run=20 over every possibility in his tiny human brain. Let him pacify his=20 sense of duty by wrapping up the little sandbox dispute he was=20 mediating before he concentrated on his private life. Fine. What=20 were two weeks to a Q? They were two weeks longer than Q was used to waiting for=20 anything. They were two more weeks of the man's scant human life=20 robbed of him by the man's own stubbornness. Really, the man never=20 seemed to run out of ways to remind Q that he was in love with a=20 being that was, for all intents and purposes, an animal. It was bad=20 enough to be the laughingstock of the Continuum for having grown too=20 earnest in his diversion, but did the creature have to be so short- lived, too? Q supposed that he had about sixty years left to woo the=20 man and to convince him to agree to some solution to his mortality.=20 Of course, the man would not consider it a problem that needed=20 solving, but as short as sixty years was, it was still full of=20 possibility where changing the man's mind was concerned. Even so,=20 what exactly would he endeavor to change it to? The man would never=20 consent to being made a Q -- neither would the Continuum consent to=20 such a thing, for that matter -- and that was probably for the best.=20 After all, if the man managed to find so many moral dilemmas in the=20 application of the Prime Directive despite his fierce support of it,=20 he would really make a dreadful Q. Watching helplessly from a=20 starship as a primitive population annihilated itself in a civil war=20 was nothing compared to watching an ancient star system implode and=20 knowing that one wish could bring it all back. No, that wouldn't do=20 at all.=20 The Q energy in the man's bedroom wavered with pensive=20 indecision, just outside the possible perception of anyone who might=20 enter. Q had retreated to the strange comfort of the man's quarters=20 after growing weary of listening to the hairy ape drone on about the=20 terms of the Drol armistice. The hairy ape's only redeeming quality,=20 Q thought, was how highly he esteemed the man; the creature had some=20 taste, it seemed, despite the fact that he had caught many a glimpse=20 in the mirror of the little animal on his face and still considered=20 himself presentable. That was more than Q could say for the blue=20 ape. Certainly she esteemed the man as highly as did the hairy ape,=20 but somehow that didn't make up for the annoying way she was always=20 trying to convince the man of things -- like that they ought to be=20 more than friends, or they ought to break a bunch of ridiculous=20 Starfleet rules. //Maybe we have more in common than I thought, Bev.=20 I still can't wait to see your face when you find out Jack was=20 fucking Jean-Luc's sweet ass for years before they met you. Speaking=20 of Jean-Luc, he's too nice to tell you that shoulder pads went out=20 with the twentieth century, but I'm not.//=20 Warm blotches of yellow rippled mirthfully through the Q=20 energy as it stretched out across the man's bedroom, covering every=20 surface. The energy pulsed a bit, too, to the soft cadence of the=20 ship's engines. When he was like this, Q could feel every footstep=20 of every crewmember on the ship, though he found it most enjoyable=20 to concentrate on the man's footsteps. If the man spoke, no matter=20 where he was, Q could feel the vibrations of his silky baritone.=20 Disconcertingly, Q found that the pleasure of the man's voice as=20 experienced through the ship's construction was nothing compared to=20 the pleasure he had felt in the man's arms, inside the man's body.=20 Though Q had been aware of his desire to engage the man physically=20 for some time, he had only partially overcome the revulsion and=20 terror that accompanied it.=20 At the beginning, he had seriously considered the possibility that=20 he had simply gone insane. It certainly wasn't out of the question=20 for a Q to do such a thing with a far lesser species; a combination=20 of curiosity and boredom had compelled many a Q to reach many a=20 behavioral low. The problem had been, though, that Q had never even=20 considered 'copulating with a mortal', as the man had so dryly put=20 it, prior to the development of this ridiculous obsession. Q's=20 desire, and even the eventual fulfillment of that desire, had been=20 largely concerned with the man, the man's pleasure, and, for a brief=20 puff of time, being the same as the man. How could Q justify=20 expending so much time and energy in considering, fantasizing about,=20 and planning such a base and ultimately useless act? As much as he=20 might have wanted to color the activity as pure sensuality or=20 experimentation, Q had never been able to hide the truth from=20 himself. He loved the man, and he wanted to love the man the way the=20 man wanted to be loved. Beyond that, he wanted the man to love him=20 that way, too. Somewhere at the edge of his vast consciousness, Q=20 continued to entertain a hope that someday the man would want to=20 love Q the way Q wanted to be loved -- all sparks of energy and raw=20 emotions, memories and deep, unknowable truths -- and want Q to love=20 him that way. Then they would truly be the same.=20 And so he had feared insanity. No Q had ever died of 'natural=20 causes', but occasionally one did go insane and manage to destroy=20 itself. If there was ever a reason to go insane and destroy oneself,=20 Q had thought, prolonged desperation for intimacy with a human was=20 as good as any. Unfortunately, Q's predicament had not been so=20 simple. More and more as he had watched the man going about his=20 human life, Q's respect for the man had grown, and so his own self- loathing had lessened. The man was worth his time and attention, and=20 all of the jibes and jeers of the Continuum couldn't obscure that=20 fact any longer. They were just bitter that the man had beaten them=20 at their own game and jealous that Q had found something to assuage=20 his ennui. Q had basked in smug superiority over that idea for all=20 of a day before he set off to try and win the man's heart. Patiently=20 he had waited and watched, looking for just the right opportunity=20 and trying to decide just the right angle from which to approach his=20 intended. Q was clever and semi-omnipotent, and so his first volley=20 had been both well-timed and well-executed, considering the volatile=20 nature of their relationship up to that point. But it hadn't=20 produced the results he had expected. Without fully realizing it, Q=20 had begun the encounter assuming that he would have the upper hand.=20 He was, after all, a Q. The urgency of his feelings, though, and the=20 man's glowing, potent inner strength had sent the situation in a=20 direction Q had not been not prepared to go. How absurd to be at the=20 emotional mercy of a human! How absurd to cry human tears and=20 slobber human love words! Yet Q had done those things and more, and,=20 as time went by and his indignation dulled, he found that he would=20 welcome the opportunity to do them again.=20 Swirls of brilliant purple infused the Q energy as the man entered=20 his bedroom. Mentally, Q berated himself for the way his being=20 trembled with anticipation at the proximity of his beloved. The man=20 had only come to sleep, after all, as he had done every evening for=20 the last two weeks. He would not call out his regret or toss and=20 turn, bemoaning his solitude. Q would watch him anyway. There was=20 always the hope that the man might come to some new conclusion -- he=20 did have a way of being so unexpectedly flexible, sometimes -- and=20 if he didn't, Q would enjoy witnessing his vulnerability in=20 unconsciousness.=20 It was always difficult for Q to thwart his instinct to read the=20 man's mind, but when the man finished showering and went to sit on=20 naked on the foot of his bed, Q almost forgot himself. In all the=20 nights that Q had watched him, the man had never neglected to slip=20 quickly into his pajamas as soon as he had washed himself. He seemed=20 to act as though Q couldn't see him while he was in the bathroom,=20 and so Q deliberately avoided doing so. Everything he had said to=20 the man that night two weeks ago, a second ago, a lifetime ago,=20 would be made worthless if he refused the man his privacy. The irony=20 of the fact that the man could expect to be on display every second=20 he was elsewhere in his quarters, to say nothing of when he was on=20 duty, did not occur to Q. The entity was used to seeing what he=20 wanted to see when he wanted to see it, and so the man, should he=20 ever learn of Q's restraint, ought to be as touched by it as Q was=20 to employ it. It was a gift Q gave the man that could not be refused=20 or given back in scorn.=20 The man dangled his legs comfortably off the edge of the bed and=20 shifted, smiling calmly, apparently at nothing. Q pulsed more=20 quickly and his ethereal embodiment altered, becoming redder.=20 "Q," the man said. Q started at the sound of his own name and drew=20 himself away from the wall. Surrounding the man but keeping his=20 distance, Q shivered in a dithering, imperceptible accumulation of=20 energy. The man's gaze grew thoughtful and drifted briefly to his=20 folded hands before roaming out, covering much of the small bedroom=20 in a slow sweep as he seemed to focus on something beyond the edge=20 of his senses. The cocoon of energy that was Q expanded smoothly to=20 make absolutely sure of avoiding the man's detection, even as it=20 reveled in the attention paid to it. On impulse, Q darted a wisp of=20 himself out to tap the man's mind and then retreated, watching=20 anxiously. The man smiled again, softly, and touched the back of his=20 neck. His expression sobered but his eyes remained warm as he spoke=20 again. "I've done a lot of thinking. I know what you want, and I=20 think that we both know I'm not ready to give it to you, if I ever=20 will be. There is, however, something I would very much like to give=20 you. I care for you a great deal, Q, and I hope my gift pleases=20 you." Q quivered around the man, thorny green tendrils of=20 disappointment twining antagonistically with joyful pink splotches.=20 The man had been thinking of Q and now he had a present for him!=20 What could it be? What could it be?=20 The man lay back slowly, using a heel to shift himself higher on the=20 bed. Smiling languidly at nothing, he spread his legs comfortably=20 and drew lazy fingertips across his own ribs, down, over a firm=20 thigh sprinkled with gray-black hair. Q watched him raptly, from all=20 angles and varying distances. The dark, feathery down across the=20 man's buttocks, the compact muscles discreetly visible under soft=20 skin, and the dreamy affection spread over the man's aquiline=20 features made Q all but forget about the man's honest admission of=20 doubt as to whether he would ever return the entity's love. The man=20 continued to caress himself, sighing softly as his fingertips=20 trailed over a perfect pale nipple, which hardened even as he=20 touched it. As Q began to understand the nature of the man's gift to=20 him he shivered happily and steeled himself to resist the urge to=20 interfere. The man was so lovely laying that way, unashamed as he=20 offered his nakedness and his pleasure to Q. //And I've been inside=20 him, heard him beg for more, watched his face while he came.// When=20 Q shivered again, the faintest echo of that reaction rippled through=20 the solid body on the bed. The man's fingers were pinching his=20 nipples, now, and pulling in gentle staccato bursts as his head=20 tilted back into the bedding beneath him. He opened his mouth, his=20 warm and increasingly hazy eyes staring out at nothing in=20 particular, and at first it seemed his cry of pleasure had been a=20 silent one. //So restrained. So beautiful. So unlike me,// Q=20 thought. Then, as Q listened, the softest, most delicate moan the=20 entity had heard in the whole of his unfathomably long life rumbled=20 up from the man's throat. The Q energy in the small room vibrated=20 briefly as Q gathered himself, redoubling the effort he put into=20 allowing the man to continue undisturbed. It was fortunate that Q=20 was concentrating on containing himself at that moment, because when=20 the man slipped one hand down to cup his growing erection as he=20 breathed the entity's name, Q nearly lurched forward and enveloped=20 him.=20 "Q=85 do you know=85 for a long time I used to think of=85 Jack on the=20 rare occasions that I indulged in this sort of thing." The man's=20 voice already deep voice had grown husky and thick. He massaged=20 himself gingerly, without urgency, seeming to enjoy the silky=20 texture of his own skin. "I think I might have done it=85 more often,=20 if I'd had someone else to think of=85 I always felt guilty for=20 thinking of Jack after=85 ahh=85 everything that had happened." The Q=20 energy hunched over on itself, burnt dots of uncertainty cropping up=20 here and there across the pattern. //Everything makes him feel=20 guilty, even things he has no control over=85 and why does he want to=20 talk about that now? Ohhh, but he's touching himself=85 and he's doing=20 it for me...// The man seemed to be content, though, and his arousal=20 increased with every languid stroke of his cock. Q relaxed and=20 focused on listening. "But I'm not=85 thinking of Jack now, Q=85" The=20 man's eyelids drooped and his hips had begun a subtle, seductive=20 undulation. Q prickled all over with anticipation. "Do you=85 ohhh=85 Do=20 you know=85 who I'm thinking of?" Groaning softly, the man thumbed the=20 head of his cock, spreading what liquid had leaked there across the=20 sensitive underside. Q struggled harder to maintain control, full of=20 the man from every angle, wanting more than anything to touch him=20 and to be with him in a tangible way, wanting more than anything to=20 be the source of his pleasure. "I'm thinking of=85 you," the man=20 breathed, bending his knees further. Brilliant pink ecstasy splashed=20 across the Q energy, chased quickly by a deep red lust that bled out=20 from the center. //Jean-Luc=85// Oblivious but nonetheless concordant,=20 the man thrust into his own fist in long, deliberate strokes, his=20 jaw tightening as delicious tension took hold of his body. So slowly=20 that he could only have been teasing himself as well as Q, the man=20 pressed two fingers past his thin, chiseled lips and into the warmth=20 of his mouth. When the man's cheeks hollowed and a muffled moan=20 emitted from around those penetrating digits, Q shuddered violently=20 and some part of his diligent control snapped. Formed from Q's longing, without forethought or design, a thick=20 tendril of energy slipped away from the rest of the mass and pressed=20 insistently at the opening of the man's body. As soon as he realized=20 what he had done, though, Q froze, fearing that the man might be=20 shocked or angry. Instead, and to Q's infinite relief, the man=20 arched and spread his legs wider in mindless encouragement. Q=20 recovered quickly, and was soon dripping with hot red lust, ecstatic=20 about his new, more active role in the man's pleasure. //I don't=20 want him to think I don't love him this time,"// Q thought wickedly=20 as he plunged the energy tendril forward, penetrating the man=20 completely in one long, steady push. With an urgent moan strangled=20 by his own fingers, the man writhed back into the bed, his breath=20 coming in chokes and puffs through his nose. Q drew the tendril back=20 until only its tip remained inside and then thrust it in again,=20 harder. Shuddering and nearly rolling onto his side in uncontrolled=20 elation, the man clamped one hand hard around the base of his cock=20 and jerked the other out of his mouth with a gasp. "Wait=85" he choked. "Wait, wait." Startled, Q stilled the tendril=20 within him and watched carefully. The man took a moment to steady=20 his breathing, and Q was relieved and intrigued to see that his open=20 mouth curved up at the corners. //What has he got planned, I=20 wonder?// Carefully and without relinquishing the strong grip he had=20 on his erection, the man slithered onto his stomach and raised his=20 hips, whimpering when the tender, weeping head of his cock brushed=20 against the sheets. At the sight of that powerful, passionate being=20 opening for him, wallowing unabashedly in his lust for him, Q lost=20 control. "I want it like=85 ohhhhh, Q=85" Without deciding to and=20 without transition of any kind, Q had embodied himself, his=20 painfully, desperately hard human cock taking the place of the=20 energy tendril inside Jean-Luc's ass. The man perceived the change=20 and sank back against him instantly, his muscular thighs trembling=20 and sweating.=20 "Do you=85 have any idea=85 what you look like?" Q growled, nearly=20 scowling with the intensity of his lust as he thrust himself again=20 and again into the tightness and heat that was Jean-Luc. Groaning,=20 the man abandoned his upper body, letting it jerk and shift on the=20 bed with the force of their rhythm, and his legs spread wider to=20 allow Q to penetrate him more deeply. This time, Q wasn't going to=20 hold back. He wasn't going to disappoint Jean-Luc. As he clamped his=20 hands around the man's grinding hips, grunting with the effort of=20 his labors, he got a wicked idea that nearly made him come on the=20 spot. "Jean-Luc?" he purred throatily. The man moaned in reply,=20 shifting onto one elbow and using a handful of sheet to thrust back=20 harder. "Jean-Luc, open your mouth." Q heard the man moan again,=20 louder this time, and gave him a moment to comply, using the time to=20 gaze admiringly at the way Jean-Luc's muscles stood out in sharp=20 relief now, quivering beneath sweat-slicked skin. Telling himself=20 that there would be time for it later, Q pushed away a fantasy of=20 licking every drop of sweat from the man's body and returned to the=20 task at hand.=20 Tilting his head back and dividing out a small part of his=20 consciousness from the rest, Q visualized the energy cock he had=20 used to fuck Jean-Luc. When the tip of his human cock made=20 particularly rough contact with the man's prostate, though, Jean- Luc's inner muscles spasmed as his body quaked, and the entity=20 momentarily lost his concentration. Q panted roughly and slowed his=20 thrusts just enough to allow him proper mental control. Again he=20 visualized the energy cock, and once he had it firmly constructed in=20 the allotted part of his consciousness, he embodied it, separate=20 from himself. He gave Jean-Luc only a fraction of a second to see it=20 before he thrust it into his obediently open mouth. The man's body=20 arched and shook violently as he emitted a strangled, gurgling=20 groan, and Q lurched forward with the force of his own delight at=20 the reaction, clamping a hand under Jean-Luc's sweaty chest. Feeling=20 as though the pleasure in conjunction with the split of his=20 attention might drive him insane any second, Q fucked the man=20 desperately from both directions. He struggled valiantly to maintain=20 anything that might resemble a rhythm, but Jean-Luc shuddered and=20 writhed so helplessly from the dual assault that none could be=20 effectively established. Q hugged the man more tightly against him,=20 restraining him so that all he could do was tremble and whimper. And=20 then he heard it; somewhere, distantly, there was a buzz at the edge=20 of Q's consciousness. Afraid that if he concentrated too hard he=20 might tear himself into three pieces permanently, and yet afraid=20 that if he did not he would succumb to the pleasure Jean-Luc's body=20 was bringing him and come too early, he opened his mind and listened=20 harder.=20 //"=85please=85come=85make=85my=85please=85"// //Jean-Luc? Is that you?// Q shuddered at the prickly pleasure the=20 distant voice brought to his mind, dimly aware that the man beneath=20 him was moaning steadily now, his lustful sounds muffled and made=20 indistinct by the cock in his mouth. Reaching out toward the voice=20 with his mind, Q tried to draw it nearer.=20 //"=85please=85mouth=85Q=85 I want it to come in my mouth, please, please=20 make it come in my mouth, please, Q, please=85"// Q convulsed, crying out with his mind and emptying his human lungs=20 of breath as he pumped himself, hot and liquid, into the man's body=20 and mouth. Jean-Luc's back hollowed and his muscles pulled taut for=20 one heartbeat, then another, and then one more before he spasmed=20 violently, pinned between Q and the bed. His human cock still buried=20 to the hilt in groping warmth, Q rode the man's orgasmic wave and=20 reveled in his frantic, smothered cries until Jean-Luc collapsed,=20 trembling and unconscious.=20 [End Chapter 2] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: