Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!news.glorb.com!postnews.google.com!news1.google.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.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: "Pleasant Dreams, Mon Capitaine" 2/2 (P/Q) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Lines: 398 Date: Mon, 08 Nov 2004 05:55:08 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1099893308 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 08 Nov 2004 00:55:08 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 08 Nov 2004 00:55:08 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85493 X-Received-Date: Sun, 07 Nov 2004 21:55:13 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Warnings, etc in Part 1/2. "Again, yes," the man grunted. Shrugging with what Jean-Luc=20 suspected was feigned nonchalance, Q closed the rest of the distance=20 between them and sat on the man's bed as though it were theirs to=20 share.=20 "What about making love?"=20 "Q." Picard rolled his eyes and tried to shift away from the=20 entity's warmth as discreetly as he could. It was so strange to be=20 utterly exasperated and utterly aroused at the same time. When Q=20 studied his fingernails and leaned backward elegantly, bracing=20 himself on one hand, the man balled his fists tighter.=20 "Screwing?" Q's brown eyes sparkled as he glanced up from his hand=20 to grin at Jean-Luc. "Could you do that?"=20 "Q, enough of this!" The entity shrugged again and planted his other=20 hand behind him, tapping his toe on the floor in what Picard=20 considered to be an exceedingly obnoxious manner. Refusing to look=20 over again for fear of losing what little self-control he was=20 managing to hang onto, the man stared ahead of him, watching stars=20 flit across his window at impulse without really seeing them.=20 "Tell me something, Jean-Luc," Q said, his voice hinting at a wry=20 irony that was not yet apparent. Unable to help himself, the man=20 turned his head back toward his tormentor. Once eye contact had been=20 established, Q dropped his gaze deliberately toward Jean-Luc's=20 groin, where the man's erection was embarrassingly=20 conspicuous. "When I'm gone, what are you going to do with that?"=20 His face reddening, Picard fought the urge to cover himself or cross=20 his legs in shame. He didn't answer, but Q continued to stare and=20 somehow the staring became worse than the question.=20 "I think you have some idea," he said stiffly. The entity raised his=20 eyes, then, finally, but the relief only lasted for as long as it=20 took him to speak again.=20 "Tell me anyway." Had it been another question, Jean-Luc would have=20 doubtlessly offered another evasion. Had it been a quip, Jean-Luc=20 would have snapped or, if he'd been able to clear his head enough,=20 he might have responded in kind. Had it been a plea, Jean-Luc might=20 have been disgusted. But it was an order, simple and calm, with no=20 hint of intimidation or show of force, and even as Jean-Luc's throat=20 tried to close, he found himself powerless against it.=20 "I'll... bring myself off." His voice was hoarse, and his artificial=20 heart was pounding again, as it had when he had first sensed Q's=20 presence behind him in bed. Little tremors in his hands told him=20 that if they hadn't been balled and fused to his knees they would=20 have been trembling. Q smiled evenly, those full lips curving in a=20 way that made the sex fiend that was rapidly taking over Picard's=20 body wonder what they would feel like wrapped around him. Balls=20 aching, breath staggering in his chest, the man let his eyelids=20 droop closed and shroud him in fuzzy, protective darkness. The bed=20 shifted and he bit his lip in dreadful anticipation, but Q=20 approached him without touching.=20 "And you'll think of me," the entity murmured into his ear. It=20 wasn't a question.=20 "Yes." His whispered reply disappeared into the black nothingness=20 that surrounded him.=20 "If you're going to do that anyway what difference does it make=20 whether I'm here or not?" Jean-Luc made a soft, rumbling grunt of=20 inarticulate distress and Q quickly resumed his provocative=20 murmuring. "I could watch you anyway. I could snap up a flash and=20 disappear and stay here and watch you touch yourself, but I'm not=20 going to. I'll leave if you really want me to. Do you want me to=20 leave, Jean-Luc?" The man hesitated. It only lasted a few seconds,=20 but his fear- and lust-infused heart seemed to beat eighteen frantic=20 times, and at the end he couldn't stand it anymore. If it made him a=20 bad captain, it made him a bad captain. If it made him a bad person,=20 it made him a bad person. Clumsy in his sudden haste and swept by a=20 barely-registered sense of deja vu, Picard thrust a shaking hand=20 inside his Starfleet pajama bottoms and freed his quivering cock=20 with a quiet sob. He was already so close. Q's silky voice in his=20 ear had been almost as exciting as Q's hands on his body, and it had=20 put him right on the edge. Not wanting to come too quickly, knowing=20 Q was watching and wanting to make it good for him, Jean-Luc=20 caressed himself almost fearfully. Suddenly his lust fogged mind had=20 an epiphany, and he snaked his free hand down to grip the base of=20 his erection hard, growling at the way the action would have brought=20 him off easily if it hadn't in the same moment made it impossible=20 for him to come. Pleasure, so hot and frustrating that it was=20 painful, burned him. He grimaced as he stroked himself, smoothing=20 the liquid that wept from the tip of his cock down its length,=20 reveling in the idea that Q could see him do it. Images of Q=20 shooting all over his face, of Q ramming his omnipotent cock inside=20 him flashed on the insides of Picard's closed lids, and his eyes=20 rolled back into his head as he groaned helplessly, desperately. He=20 needed to come. He might die if he didn't come. But his hand=20 clenched harder at the base of his cock, despite the fact that he=20 knew he could just let go, just let it happen. He shook all over,=20 hurt all over. He wanted to let go... why couldn't he...?=20 "Come for me, Jean-Luc," came the hot, husky whisper in his ear, and=20 he did. With a sob that seemed to rip his throat open, Jean-Luc=20 lurched backward into Q's solid form. He thrust himself into=20 slackened fists and came, short and hot and intense, with an=20 overwhelming shudder that left him limp and heavy against the entity=20 behind him.=20 Panting, his eyes still closed, Picard felt himself maneuvered=20 gently so that he was lying comfortably on his side. There was=20 weight and warmth in front of him, and strong arms around his=20 shoulders. Where were the kisses? There should be kisses. He opened=20 his eyes to make sure that he wouldn't fall asleep and saw Q=20 watching him quietly with glittering eyes and an intense, ambiguous=20 expression.=20 "Q," he croaked painfully, clearing his swollen throat and trying to=20 cram a swallow past it.=20 "Yes, Jean-Luc?" The entity's voice was steady and soft, appropriate=20 to the moment and the ambient noise level. Jean-Luc considered=20 asking for a kiss but decided he disliked the implications, and=20 instead squirmed a hand out from between them to cup Q's chin=20 gently. The entity's eyes flashed but he didn't pull away when=20 Picard leaned in to place a soft, intimate kiss on his full lips.=20 Smiling faintly, the man withdrew and let his head rest awkwardly on=20 the bed. It was nice. He was filthy, and some part of him knew that=20 this was all inexcusably reckless, but he was sleepy and it felt=20 nice, and he let it be nice for all forty of the seconds it took him=20 to fall asleep in Q's arms.=20 ---=20 So much for painstakingly researched sensual techniques, Q thought.=20 He's much too dirty for that.=20 The entity's human body had its human arms wrapped around the=20 sleeping man, but his mind was everywhere and far away. Things had=20 gone somewhat better this time, at least from the point of view that=20 he had accomplished some of what he'd set out to accomplish.=20 Admittedly, there hadn't been a lot in it for Q, but it was a step.=20 Wooing the man was not so delicate a procedure as constructing a=20 model star system inside a drop of water, and not so slow an=20 operation as his genetic experiments on Trelles-5 had been. But,=20 then, how could it be? The man was one tiny, awkward being among too=20 many to number, and he was exceptional but not superhuman. Really, Q=20 had come so far already. In ten short years he had turned hatred=20 into curiosity, curiosity into grudging tolerance and tolerance into=20 affection. What were ten years? Nothing! Nothing! The blink of a Q- eye. Less, even. Q had spent longer cataloguing the evolution of all=20 life on Vulcan.=20 Only the final leap stood before him. Devotion. Devotion was what he=20 wanted from the man. It would probably be the most difficult shift=20 in their relationship to affect, as the man was so pointlessly=20 devoted to other things already, like his ship and its crew, his=20 duty and his tree house federation. Honestly, Q couldn't imagine=20 what he saw in most of the dull primates under his command.=20 Ignorant, self-righteous, rutting children, all. He didn't even want=20 to think about the sorts of things the Betazoid and the Klingon got=20 up to when no one was watching.=20 Oh, how delicious it would be when the man finally let go of his=20 last pretense of responsibility and submitted completely to Q! What=20 a lovely pet he would make, how complex (for a possession), how=20 radiant (for a mortal), how challenging (for a human)! His dream had=20 been a very good (and not altogether surprising) sign, although Q=20 had expected more complicity from him afterwards. Some part of him=20 obviously wanted what the entity had come to offer, but if he was=20 intent on making things difficult Q was willing. Let the man offer=20 what resistance he liked; he was hopelessly outmatched and Q was=20 beginning to like the idea of a long battle anyway. The entity would=20 inevitably lose interest, of course (the man was only a man, after=20 all), but this could draw things out significantly. With at least=20 one definitive success under his Q-belt, Q was willing to admit (to=20 himself, anyway) that he wasn't at all looking forward to having to=20 find another engulfing diversion. It had been so long since the last=20 one that he was beginning to think he might have to start=20 participating in politics or something. Overwhelming frustration was=20 better than overwhelming boredom. Anything was better than boredom.=20 Of course, he hadn't originally wanted to represent the Continuum=20 before the man and his crew at Farpoint. He had ruffled some=20 feathers (all right, a lot of feathers), and humans seemed likely to=20 be on a favorable evolutionary course, but neither detracted from=20 the fact that he always seemed to end up with the really degrading=20 assignments. Well, the Continuum could eat worms now, couldn't they,=20 because he was enjoying himself nicely and the situation promised=20 quite a bit more enjoyment yet.=20 Grunting, the man shifted against Q, and Q was frowning at the=20 slight interruption of his Q-thoughts, was just about to wish=20 himself away to somewhere the man couldn't distract him, when he=20 felt something that made his human throat gasp very softly. His=20 ridiculous human body, primitive by all accounts and more rebellious=20 than he was comfortable with, had responded to the pressure of the=20 man against him. Q tried to scowl disgustedly and rejoin the wispy=20 trail of his higher thought processes, but it was harder than it=20 should have been. Somehow he hadn't noticed his human cock hardening=20 against the man's thigh while his mind was away doing more important=20 things, but now that he had he couldn't concentrate on anything=20 else. It was like an itch that made him warm and yet made him crave=20 warmth -- the man's warmth. Without thinking about it, Q pressed=20 himself harder against the man and got a prickle of itchy pleasure=20 for his trouble. This was nothing like when he'd menaced the man in=20 his fantasy room, nothing, even, like when he had fucked the man=20 there. Then his engagement had been primarily intellectual, with his=20 human body trodding along behind him and performing his will to the=20 best of its limited mortal ability. Now his mind and his Q-heart=20 wanted to be somewhere else entirely, but his human body wanted very=20 much to be inside the man, or at least against him, and somehow his=20 human body was winning.=20 Biting down a growl of frustration, Q considered his options. He=20 could bring himself off, the way the man had done, but he found the=20 prospect revolting. It was not so much the tactile reality of it=20 that disturbed him; the only tactile aspect that really bothered him=20 was the end result, which he could wish away as it happened,=20 completely saving himself the small indignity. No, what he really=20 could not stand was the thought of being such a slave to his human=20 body that he would have to relieve himself like a human. Q shuddered=20 at the memory of other sorts of relief he'd had to manage during=20 that brief period of time when he really had been a human.=20 Absolutely not, no. If the man performed the act for him, though, it=20 would accomplish all sorts of perfectly respectable minor goals, not=20 the least of which would be that the man's primitive physiology=20 would spark a rush of affection and intimacy while it was happening=20 and afterwards. Q could certainly use that to his advantage.=20 Mindlessly, chewing at his full, human bottom lip, the entity curved=20 his fingers around the back of the man's neck for leverage and=20 ground harder against him. It was so hard to think!=20 Q had no compunction against waking the man, but he wasn't sure if=20 he could bring himself to ask for what he wanted, wasn't sure he=20 *wanted* what he wanted. But the man wasn't stupid, despite his=20 limited mental capacity. He would detect the need, surely, and his=20 altruism might spur him to do something about it. Or, he might feel=20 that he was being manipulated and get angry. He might demand that Q=20 leave. Oh, that wouldn't do! Q was manipulating him, of course, but=20 he couldn't let the man think so.=20 Just then, the man stirred, clearing his throat and blinking open=20 his heavy human eyelids. Instinctively, Q froze, eyes wide and=20 staring in the dark. His erection, now aching and heavy, was wedged=20 firmly against the man's hipbone, and it twitched when the man's=20 hand slumped unwittingly between them. The man frowned blearily and=20 flexed his fingers against the bulge in Q's Starfleet uniform,=20 eliciting a throaty grunt from the entity, who was wholly unaware=20 that his hold on the man's neck had tightened.=20 "Q..." the man rumbled with sleepy suspicion, his suddenly alert=20 hazel eyes narrowing. Q's human body trembled slightly, overcome by=20 his rough, Q-sized distress, but Q didn't notice. He was taken up=20 with wanting to wish himself away, wanting to wish himself across=20 the system and into a cave where he could let some sentient=20 quadrupeds worship him for a few hundred years.=20 Lying was out of the question, as was letting the man see him in any=20 sort of need, but if he wished himself away now it would be=20 tantamount to admitting his emotional inability to deal with the=20 situation. Impossible! Unacceptable!=20 "What is it?" The man's scratchy baritone interrupted Q's mental=20 flailing. A warm, human hand had found its way to the small of his=20 back and warm, human eyes were looking into his face. "Q, you're=20 shaking." Waves of concern were flowing off of the man's=20 consciousness, crashing over Q and deafening him until he was forced=20 to lock his empathy away in some remote corner of his mind. Think,=20 think. He had to think. There must be a way for him to get out of=20 this situation without compromising his project or his dignity. But=20 that hand was moving almost tenderly over his hip now, and he=20 clenched his flat, irregular human teeth. Q was sure that the man=20 only meant to be comforting, but his traitorous human body was=20 willfully misconstruing the caress and there seemed to be little he=20 could do to stop it.=20 His cock pulsed, and he was very close to flashing out in a panic=20 when the man slowly, gingerly, deliberately cupped him through his=20 Starfleet uniform. Q dug his fingertips into the man's jaw and neck,=20 groaning his anguished desperation into the quiet recycled air.=20 There was a splash of relief and then the itch returned, throbbing=20 and twice as intense. Bucking as the man fondled him, Q closed his=20 human eyes. The sensation was muted, frustrating through layers of=20 clothing, but so much better than when he had rubbed himself against=20 the man while he slept. If he concentrated hard enough, this might=20 be enough. This might... wait, where was that hand going? Damn it,=20 the man had started this and now he was going to... Oh. Oh, that=20 hand was trailing up and inside, inside Q's uniform and down,=20 further, almost...=20 The instant the man's warm, rough hand wrapped itself around his=20 cock, Q shuddered profoundly and came, all over it, all over=20 himself, all over the inside of his fabricated Starfleet trousers.=20 He made no sound, aside from the hiss of ragged breath and the swish=20 of material as he thrust himself into the man's fist and pulled him=20 so close that they couldn't see each other, that the man couldn't=20 even pull his hand away.=20 They stayed that way for minutes, Q's Q-consciousness vibrating and=20 splattering itself across the cosmos with lethargic ecstasy. Left to=20 his own devices, Q might have stayed that way for days or even=20 weeks, exploring every minute detail and then recycling it so that=20 he could feel it again, from another angle and taking into account=20 every other detail he had felt since. The man was shifting against=20 him, though, pulling away and withdrawing his hand from between=20 them. Darkness was no obstacle for Q's vision, even in this limited=20 form, and when he looked down he could see clearly the evidence of=20 his relief spread across the man's fingers. Before he had a chance=20 to snap them clean, the man met his gaze evenly and pressed one of=20 those soiled fingers past his own thin lips.=20 "No, don't! Oh, Picard, how can you...?" Chuckling at Q's grimace of=20 shocked revulsion, the man extracted the digit -- now clean, the=20 entity noted with horror -- and shrugged the only one of his=20 shoulders that had enough room to move.=20 "It isn't bad. You might be surprised." His eyes sparkling under=20 dark, waggling brows, the man licked his way across the backs of his=20 knuckles while Q watched. It really was fascinating, in a disgusting=20 sort of way. There was the tongue, for one thing, which Q had very=20 much enjoyed when it had been laving the dusty boots of the man's=20 dream-idealization of him. And then there was Q. He, that was, some=20 part of him, was all over the man's hand and the man was licking him=20 up as though he were something tasty and nourishing. But it was more=20 than that; the man had such a reverent expression, once he=20 distracted himself from the teasing waggle he had offered the=20 entity, that Q felt worshipped. When he noticed that Q was staring=20 intently at his mouth and what it was doing to his hand, the man=20 grinned and seemed about to remove his fingers in order to speak.=20 "Don't stop," Q husked urgently, almost without thinking about it.=20 Obediently, but not without a somewhat wry curve in his upper lip,=20 the man closed his eyes and drew his tongue teasingly up the length=20 of his second finger. Capturing the last of Q there and letting his=20 lips drag sensuously down again, he tucked his hand back into his=20 body and snickered smugly.=20 "Quite a dramatic change of heart."=20 "I don't have a heart." Q sniffed indifferently and tried not to=20 stare at the man's mouth, tried not to think about the fact that the=20 man must still be able to taste him. Grunting mirthfully, the man=20 glanced up at the ceiling.=20 "Yes, well, you don't have semen either, but --"=20 "Augh, don't call it that!" Q wrinkled his nose and the man raised a=20 dark brow.=20 "What would you prefer?"=20 "I would prefer that you didn't mention it."=20 "Ahh. I see. As long as I also don't stop licking it off my hand."=20 The man relaxed and let his head fall against the bed, looking so=20 self-satisfied that Q wanted to turn him inside out. The=20 calculations for such an operation weren't even very complicated,=20 which made the temptation that much more compelling. An inside-out=20 Jean-Luc Picard, however, would negate nearly ten years' worth of=20 work on Q's part, and so the entity decided to settle for an=20 appropriately nonchalant exit.=20 "After all of that cleverness, Jean-Luc, I'm sure you're very tired.=20 Not to mention that cruising around the Alpha Quadrant, meddling=20 with alien cultures and getting tangled up in temporal anomalies=20 requires a certain amount of alertness."=20 "I was just going to ask you what you were doing tomorrow," the man=20 rumbled wryly. Q scowled because he expected himself to=20 scowl. "Myself, I've got one hundred seventy-three staff meetings to=20 run and thirty-four shuttle combat drills to oversee, at least half=20 of which I really ought to be awake for. And yes, Q, I am very=20 tired." The smugness on the man's aquiline face fell away=20 reluctantly and a sort of weary, resigned weight replaced it, but Q=20 didn't give himself time to wonder what it meant.=20 "R=EAves plaisants, Mon Capitaine."=20 Snap.=20 Flash.=20 [End.] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: