The BLTS Archive - The BLTS Archive - It's Just Sex! 4 Halt Turbo-Lift by Emily Gifford (menippee@ix.netcom.com) --- Fresh from my computer to yours, by way of the Paramount-owned _Voyager_ system. This little vignette runs concurrently with "A Taste for Command," but either can be enjoyed without the other. Feedback welcomed.. with it I can either re-program the subroutine that generated this story, or even get it to output something similar. WARNING: Though not explicitly a d/s; M/m story, this work does refer to such activities. If you aren't sure about stuff like that, it's probably best to err on the side of safety and give it a miss. --- "Computer, halt turbo-lift." Oh, God; had there really once been a time when that was a run of the mill command, used for last minute pre-meeting strategy sessions or uniform primping? A time when the command was a logistical annoyance that meant endless shifting and re-deployment of turbo lifts throughout the relevant section of the ship? And had that time been mere days ago? A routine afternoon. One of the turbo-lifts had been humming neatly along, occupied by a Human male, Lt. Paris, and a half-Human, half-Klingon female, Lt. Torres. Really, things had been going quite swimmingly when the male had thrown a wrench into the smooth running of the ship by halting the turbo-lift. It was his privilege, of course, but not only did he halt it, he kept it halted for several minutes until another crew member, the Vulcan male Lt. Vorik had finally given an override command. Too irritating! The ship's computer prided itself in being efficiently unobtrusive in catering to the needs of its passengers, and a disruption like this was just uncalled for. What did the passengers need the turbo-lift for, when they had quarters, meeting rooms, mess halls, and holodecks, all with perfectly good privacy locks. Three days later, the ship's computer noted that not only had the Main Bridge turbolift been halted (Main Bridge? Were they mad?), but that the ship's male Human First Officer, Cmdr. Chakotay had engaged an over-ride over-ride. A double over-ride? The privileges of rank also came with the temptation of abuse, so the computer resolved to monitor the situation. The computer had neatly shunted the turbo-lift into an emergency by-pass, allowing a secondary turbo-lift to carry Main Bridge traffic, and started paying some serious attention to what was happening between Cmdr. Chakotay and the turbo-lift's other passenger, the Human male Ens. Harry Kim. At first they were talking quietly. Nothing unusual there. But... what was that? Ens. Kim was leaning against the bulkhead. The computer could feel the weight of the young man, the warmth of his hands sliding over the bulkhead... this was most unusual. Quickly, a sub-routine was activated to allow that part of the ship's computer with the most data regarding biological-being interfaces. In Sickbay, the EMH suddenly felt very odd. "Excuse me," he said politely to the Ocampa female civilian Kes, and stepped into his office. What was going on? A quick check revealed that the main computer had once more circuited something it thought was odd about the passenger's behavior into his CPU. This constant nagging was really getting to be quite irritating, thought the Doctor. He really would have to talk to the Captain about getting a software engineer to program the central computer to stop being such a damn worrywart... The Doctor gasped as he felt warm hands on his chest, right on his virtual nipples. Part of him noted that he was receiving sensor input directly from one of the turbo-lifts, but most of him was astonished at the sensation. He ran a quick check of the sensor array through his EMH Physical Interface Feature, something he realized he'd actually never done before. Sensations overwhelmed him. The weight of hundreds of feet walking the corridors of _Voyager_, the extreme cold of the outer hull, the warmth of the interior of the ship, and the heated throb of the warp core competed with millions of other, lesser inputs. Before he short-circuited, he quickly narrowed the focus of the EMH PIF to concentrate on what was happening in the turbo-lift. Chakotay and Kim, the lift's two occupants seemed to be involved in... a sexual encounter? It only took a microsecond for the Doctor to confirm his hypothesis, analyzing the chemical content of the air inside the turbo-lift, the stance of the men's bodies, their vital functions... oh, they were definitely engaged in sexual activity of some description. The Doctor engaged audio sensors. Not prying, just concerned he told himself. Oh, my. Chakotay and Kim seemed to be playing what his psychological diagnostic program told him was a "scene;" a game specifically engineered to enable the participants to explore their feelings about control, authority and submission in a sexual context. Curious, the doctor continued to monitor the encounter, noting that as Kim's hands "moved" on his chest, his PIF was working overtime to create hundreds of subroutines to handle the sensations. The scene was easily quantifiable by the psychological protocol program. It had all the earmarks of a classic male homosexual power game, right down to the participants: an older, ranking male sexually dominating a younger subordinate. Bytes of information downloaded into the Doctor's analysis program, instantaneously giving him an overview of such behavior among literally thousands of primate and humanoid species. Many of those behaviors, however, carried with them threats, violence, and physical and/or psychological intimidation or implications thereof being used by the "top" to ensure the frequently unwilling cooperation of the "bottom." The Doctor quickly monitored sensor logs of the encounter from the beginning, and found that while psychological intimidation was certainly being used, Kim's cooperation was far from unwilling. Once his concern was dispelled, the Doctor returned his concentration to the scene in progress. The Doctor felt his virtual penis swell in erection as Chakotay masturbated Kim to orgasm. Really, the PIF was doing a very nice job, the Doctor noted with pleasure, then thought no more about it. He continued accessing the relevant literature, using some of his fancier programs to construct a mental model of the game in progress in the turbo-lift. Mentally, he constructed a likely profile of the top while his hands pulled down his uniform trousers and began fondling his cock. Chakotay, according to his psychological profiles, was a natural leader, concerned about his subordinates, but demanding everything short of perfection from him. He was a man who enjoyed the responsibilities of command, his natural aptitude for it making him the perfect First Officer, and, should the need arise, Captain. The Doctor considered the appeal that this scene must have for such a man, his hand speeding up as he thought of that, and also continued to monitor the audio feed from the turbo-lift. It surprised him just how arousing the sounds of desire echoing in the small chamber were. Ensign Kim was harder to profile than Chakotay, partly because the Doctor had more data about him to analyze. His psychological testing at the academy had indicated that he was highly creative, had potential to lead well, though that was not his strongest trait. Rather, his value, at least at this stage in his life, was as a follower and "team player." His strong intelligence and high Surak Morality Index scores, however, indicated that he was not a man to follow all orders indiscriminately. His respect and loyalty, once earned, were boundless. Chakotay, the Doctor thought as he noted that anal penetration had been achieved, had apparently earned both. The Doctor felt his penis swell and stretch in his hand. Interested, he monitored the sensations the PIF was producing. His skin felt much more sensitive than usually, and the functions analogous to heart rate and blood pressure were both up, though not to an alarming degree. He felt very much as though he were the warp core pushing itself past standard parameters of operation. He was gasping now, and, without knowing why, once more opened the PIF to include all the main computer's sensory input. The overload of data was incredible, almost dangerously so. The Doctor felt everything _Voyager_ felt, every degree of radiation the sensors could pick up, each object the ecolocators were bouncing off incredibly distant objects, the everyday functions of replicators, galley stoves, environmental monitors.... But most of all he felt the energy. The energy all around them in space, the energy of the warp core, the physical energy of the passengers. He was the ship, and energy pulsed through him, until... The Doctor cried out as the energy gathered in one focal point, taking him with it. He was throughout the ship, and everywhere the sensor arrays could reach. The energy pulsed around him, through him, and finally out of him, streaming into the warp core, into the galaxy... Throughout the ship, lights flickered momentarily. The holodeck program faltered, then resumed. _Voyager's_ human passengers noticed a sudden, momentary blip in ship's functions, except for Chakotay and Kim, who, if they noticed at all, attributed the malfunction to a sensory overload of their own. --- And an hour later, in Engineering, the half-Human, half-Klingon female, Lt Torres, found herself looking at some very puzzling energy spikes in the latest readouts from the Warp Core Monitor Protocol... --- The End