The BLTS Archive - I love you, mon Capitaine
by Nightrunner (bianca@kyxar.fr)

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Archive: yes

Date: 11/01/00

Many thanks to Joy for the beta.

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Unknown planet, the morning

Jean-Luc Picard knew it was the end. The heavy dust around him made
him cough, bringing the pain back in his broken ribs and injured
torso. At least the rest of his crew was safe back to the Enterprise.
He tried to use again his communicator but failed. The interferences
in the planet magnetosphere should be too dense now. The captain had
witnessed the desperate tries of Chief O'Brien to beam the rest of the
away team up the Enterprise. O'Brien had needed three times before
being able to beam up Beverly Crusher. Picard was waiting his turn
when the cell had collapsed on him, a hard rock nearly crushing him on
the ground. The captain had managed to free himself but he was badly
injured. Blood was oozing from his wounded torso and he breathed with
more and more difficulties. He probably had broken ribs and internal
wounds. Picard turned weak quickly.

Earthquakes had been intensifying as the team explored the surface of
the planet. They had found a precarious shelter in this cave, waiting
to be beam up to the Enterprise. Outside, billowing clouds of toxic
green smoke rose, threatening a horrifying death to anyone who
approached.

Picard shivered albeit rivers of sweat running on his face. He was
fated to die here, in this cave, alone, far away from his friends and
his vessel.

"My, it seems we're having a bad day," a male voice suddenly said
behind him.

Picard tried to prop himself up but it was too painful. More he didn't
need to see his new companion to know who it was.

"Q," he whispered.

Q knelt down beside him and Picard, to his surprise, saw something
close to compassion in the entity's dark eyes. Q's gaze was soft and
he smiled gently to Picard, far away from his usual ironic grin.

"My crew," Picard asked. "Are they safe?"

Q nodded. "They are, Jean-Luc, don't worry about them," he said
softly.

"Good," Picard answered, grimacing as another pang of pain went
through his injured torso. He was feeling so bad he was afraid to
faint under the excruciating pain. "Q?"

"Yes?"

"I always knew you'd be there when I die," Picard whispered, angry
that his voice showed his weakness.

"Die?" Q snapped with irony. "Why do you want to die, Jean-Luc?"

"It doesn't look like I've real choice," Picard replied. "I know I'm
too badly hurt to survive."

"That's true," Q answered, brushing his fingertips on Picard's
forehead in a soft gesture that surprised the captain of the
Enterprise. "But, Jean-Luc, do you really think I'd let you die now,
after all we went through together?"

Saying that, Q briefly closed his eyes and Picard, at first, thought
he was going to transport them both on the vessel. But he stayed lying
down on the cave's rock ground and frowned, wondering if Q's powers
had given the being up. Then he became aware the pain he was feeling
was quickly fading. He ran a hesitating hand on his torso and found no
more wound. He took a deep breath and it didn't hurt.

Q jumped to his feet with a smile. "Get up, mon Capitaine," he
ordered, stretching a helping hand to Picard who took it before
realizing it.

Up to his feet Picard groped his torso once again and found no
evidence of injuries. He couldn't help but sigh in relief then looked
at Q. For the first time they exchange a glance that could be the
beginning of a new relationship. Even if Picard had always been aware
of his own mortality, he wasn't ready yet to give life up now. The
last minutes had been some of the most difficult into his life and he
was grateful to Q.

"Thank you," he said, knowing the emptiness of these words. "And I
mean it."

"I know, Jean-Luc," Q smiled, stepping towards the captain and
brushing some dust from his uniform.

"Why did you do that?" Picard asked.

"Because I love you, mon Capitaine," Q answered and then he suddenly
bent over and brushed his lips against Picard's.

Before the captain had a chance to say something or even to react, the
cave disappeared and he was back on the bridge of the Enterprise.

"Captain!" Commander Riker exclaimed, greeting his commanding officer
with a large smile. "I was about to send a team to rescue you."

Picard nodded, too exhausted to speak.

"Do you need a medical assistance, sir?" Data asked.

"No," Picard answered. "Just a good shower and a new uniform."

"May I ask how you went back, sir?" the android resumed.

"Q," Picard only answered.

A murmur went through the bridge.

"Why don't I like that sound?" Riker muttered. "Can't he leave us
alone?"

Picard sighed. "He saved my life, Number One. I don't know why, but he
did it, indeed."

---
The Enterprise, Picard's quarters, 2200 hours


Picard was seated in the couch, relaxed, a book on his lap, but he
wasn't really in the mood to read. He couldn't help but think to the
events of the afternoon. He had really been that close to die and
without Q... He wondered why Q had really saved him. The entity had
proclaimed it was because of love. Picard didn't buy it. He was pretty
sure Q wasn't able to love someone, at least not in human terms.

"I'm able to love, Jean-Luc," Q's voice said.

Picard raised his eyes and saw Q, seated on the couch opposite to his,
clad in his usual captain uniform. His posture was relaxed but Picard
noticed that the entity seemed tense. That was new.

"Hello, Q," he said.

Even if the being had his own motives to save him, Picard felt a real
gratefulness for him. That new feeling was surprising him, as he
usually hated Q.

"You never hated me," Q noticed. "I'm one of your best friends."

"Would you mind to stop reading my mind?" Picard asked. "It's
impolite."

Q laughed. "I will stop, mon Capitaine. So tell me, how are you?"

Picard frowned. Under the light tone that Q affected there was a real
interest and a genuine concern and it surprised Picard. He was
accustomed to the superbeing's teasing but not to his concern. He made
him uneasy.

"I'm fine," he answered, getting up. "Q, why did you save me?"

"I told you," Q replied. "Because I love you, mon Capitaine."

Picard smiled. "Don't joke with love, Q. It's one of the most
wonderful mortal feelings."

"I know," Q answered. "Why is it so difficult for you to believe me?
Is it because I appear to you into a male form? I can change into a
female one, you know."

"No!" Picard exclaimed, raising his hand. "No," he said one tone
lower. "Don't change. It's not the problem."

"Does it mean that you find me seducing in this form?" Q asked,
getting up in turn and going so close to Picard that he invaded his
personal space.

"Don't be stupid!" Picard snapped, feeling more and more
uncomfortable.

Q lowered his eyelids and for a brief second, he seemed hurt. Picard
frowned again. For the very first time he looked at Q, he really
looked at him. Tall and slim, well muscled, the man was indeed,
seducing. The uniform suited him well, matching his dark hair and
eyes. And Picard tried not to focus on the full lips.

Picard had never thought he could fall for a man. He had had his wild
years, a long time ago, when he was a young man greedy to try every
kind of pleasure nature could offer to him. He had had male lovers. In
the 24th century Federation, it was common and perfectly accepted for
a while. But the captain of the Enterprise had always thought he was
inclined toward women rather than to men. And Q... Q wasn't even a
man, not even a human being. His actual form was a choice he made.

"What do you know about love, Q?" Picard resumed.

"Not a lot," Q recognized. And suddenly he lost his usual
self-confidence and ran a hand in his hair, sighing. "I always thought
love was only for mortals. I despised it. But when I had this affair,
if one could call it like that, with Lwaxana Troi, I began to
understand what love was. And I understood, too, that what I felt for
you was more than an interest into a specific human being. When I saw
you dying, this afternoon... it was excruciating! I couldn't bear it!
I couldn't bear the idea to lose you!"

"That looks like love," Picard admitted. Then he smiled. "So Q the
great is in love like the first mortal being! How touching!"

Q's eyes narrowed under the tease, until he understood Picard was
joking. He smiled, too, and almost shyly put his hands on the
captain's shoulders.

"I love you, mon Capitaine," he whispered for the third time, opening
his heart like never before. "It's frightening, unsettling, it upsets
me a lot, but that's the naked truth."

Picard was surprised by this confidence. He had the feeling Q wasn't
showing that side of his personality very often. His heart was full
open and Picard could trample on it easily. Something in Q's eyes
prevented him to do so. After all, Q had saved his life. For nothing.
It wasn't a trick or a trial; it wasn't for a particular reason. He
had no hidden motive. And for that, Picard was really grateful.

He framed Q's face in his hands and gently brushed his lips against
Q's. The contact was indeed agreeable. Q parted his lips a bit
hesitantly and Picard wondered how many human beings the entity had
kissed before. Perhaps none. The captain took his time and ran his
tongue on Q's full lips, making the entity moan. Then he sank his
tongue into Q's mouth, slowly exploring the moist cavern before
brushing against Q's tongue. The entity wrapped his arms around
Picard, and the captain found himself stroking Q's dark hair.

Their bodies came in contact and Picard felt the evidence of the
desire of Q. The other man was slowly rubbing his body against the
captain's, as they were caught in a sensual embrace that seemed to
never end. Picard then knew what he was going to do. Q had saved his
life and told him he was in love with him. Picard couldn't pretend he
was in love with Q, but at least he could give him physical love. And
that was what he intended to do. Moreover, the thought wasn't
unpleasant.

"No, Jean-Luc," Q said in a hoarse voice.

"I already told you I don't want you to read my mind," Picard growled,
rubbing his body against Q's. His member was poking against Q's thigh,
and both their faces were flushed by desire. "We want it, both of us,"
the captain resumed. "Why not?"

"Because you don't love me," Q replied as an end.

"That's true," Picard recognized. "But I don't need to love you to
desire you."

Q seemed to think that desire was better than nothing at all. The
captain didn't lose time. He grabbed Q's arm and headed to his
bedroom. And Q suddenly froze on the doorstep.

"What?" Picard asked, surprised. "Isn't it what you want?"

Q had an embarrassed grin. "If you laugh, Jean-Luc, I'll leave and
you'll never see me again."

"I won't laugh," Picard promised. He had a little idea of what was
embarrassing Q.

"I never... I never had this kind of contact with a human being
before," Q finally said.

Picard had a kind smile. "I guessed that, Q. Trust me?"

Q nodded and entered the bedroom. Picard felt excited like a teenager
at his first date. And the most exciting was that he was going to
lead. He had vaguely thought that Q would never admit to be bottomed,
but it seemed it was about to be.

Picard frowned when he saw Q briefly closing his eyes.

"What the Hell are you doing?" he asked, fearing a trick.

"I drop my powers for the time being," Q explained. "I don't want to
crash a whole galaxy or simply your vessel when we'll make love."

Make love... These single words made Picard's body stiffen with
excitation. He couldn't stand more and pushed Q on the bed, not
bothering to remove their uniforms. He hugged Q tightly, and kissed
him fiercely.

Q responded to his kisses, wrapping his arms around Picard's neck,
rubbing his body against the Captain's. Picard soon broke the embrace,
feeling the urge to have Q naked in his arms.

"Time for stripping," he simply said as he unzipped Q's uniform while
the entity was kicking off his boots.

Picard removed the outfit and noticed with a rush of lust that Q was
going commando. His hard cock was fully erected and Picard swallowed.
"I never guess you didn't wear underwear," he whispered.

"I wanted to surprise you," Q explained in the same tone, very busy to
take off Picard's uniform.

When they were both naked Q looked at Picard for a long time, running
a single finger on his hairy chest. "You're gorgeous," he said,
kissing the captain's chest.

"You're not bad yourself," Picard smiled, pushing Q on the covers.
"For once, Q, let me show you something you don't know about."

Q frowned and leaned on his elbows. "That's stupid, Jean-Luc. I know
everything. I'm a Q."

Picard pushed him back on the covers and engulfed Q's erection in his
mouth, giving it a quick lick that made the being moan. "And did you
know that?" Picard asked, freeing his mouth.

"Touché, mon Capitaine," Q recognized with a gasp. "Do it again?"

"Don't be so impatient, Q," Picard groaned.

An idea crossed his mind and Picard had suddenly a boyish smile.
"Let's play a bit, Q," he said in a low voice. "I'm sure I can
surprise you."

He groped in one of the nightstand drawers and came back with
handcuffs. Q narrowed his eyes. "What's the Hell do you want to do
with that?" he asked. "Arrest me?"

Picard laughed. "You're pretty innocent for a superbeing, Q!" he
teased the entity while securing his hands to the bedposts.

"I'm not sure I'll like that," Q protested.

"Don't be silly. You only have to wish they were gone to have them
gone. Play the game, Q."

Q nodded. He was unsettled and this was totally new for him. Picard
focused on the other man's almost hairless chest, giving it dry pecks
that made Q shiver. Then he sensuously licked at the erected nipples,
while his hand traced light patterns on Q's flat and muscled stomach.

"Jean-Luc, you're killing me!" Q growled as his erection became
painful.

"You can't die," Picard reminded him, giving light kisses on Q's
stomach while his hand stroked the entity's inner thighs.

"Jean-Luc!" Q exclaimed as precum oozed from his engorged cock.

"That's my name," Picard said, licking at the precum. He ran his
tongue on the throbbing member, rolling the balls into his mouth,
enjoying the feeling of having Q in his power. The entity was
continually moaning now and more precum leaked from his shaft. Picard
gently eased the pressure in Q's balls.

"Jean-Luc, I'm going to come!" Q exclaimed in a hoarse voice.

"Don't you dare doing it," Picard growled. "Or I'm going to spank
you!"

"Is it a threat?" Q asked with a cocky smile.

"Definitely," Picard answered, kissing the other man's lips. "My
favorite wet dream is having you bare-bottomed on my lap and spanking
you."

Picard could see the rush of lust in Q's eyes and made a note for
later. This would definitely be a game to try. But not now as Q was
visibly making efforts not to come too soon. Picard freed his hands,
making Q looking at him with surprise.

The entity soon understood when Picard handed him a tube of lube while
kneeling between Q's parted thighs. Q sat up, his body flushed with
desire and liberally coated Picard's hard rock shaft with the lube,
taking the time to stroke the object of his desire with almost shaking
hands. Then he lay down again, offering himself to Picard's desire.

The Captain leaned over him, his face a few inches from Q's, then
whispered in his ear, "I could prepare you, Q, but I want you to
really feel me, inch by inch."

"Sounds good to me," Q answered in the same tone. "I'm not against
good pain."

They looked into each other's eyes and understand they were on the
same wavelength.

Picard slowly entered Q, who tensed a bit at the initial pain of
penetration. The Captain immediately stopped, but soon the entity
relaxed and Picard pursued his entrance, his eyes sunk into Q's, until
he was entirely buried into the other man. Picard leaned over Q who
was panting and gave him a deep kiss while thrusting slowly.

Q's body jerked against Picard's as he wrapped his arms around the
Captain's neck. He moaned in his lover's mouth, bucking his hips to
meet the thrusts better. Picard wrapped his fist around Q's cock and
forced himself to slow down. He wanted this to last and last. His eyes
were closed and he was fully enjoying what he was doing.

At first he had thought the only way he had to thank Q for saving his
life, but now he was discovering how wonderful it was to make love to
Q. When Picard finally came, in hot, powerful jets of semen, his
orgasm was so intense he nearly passed out. He fought to keep his eyes
open, careful to Q's pleasure. The other man finally came, his eyes
closed, his lips parted, his expression so far away from his usual
ironic grin that Picard felt upset. He had the feeling that Q was
showing himself like never.

"Wow," Q whispered in a hoarse voice as Picard slowly withdrew.

"Seems you liked it," the Captain noticed with a grin, taking a towel
to cleanse both their chests, slick with Q's semen.

Q only smiled and snuggled in Picard's embrace. "You were right," he
whispered. "I never felt that before."

Picard ran his fingers over Q's hairline, and the other man nearly
purred at the sensation.

"Happy?" the captain asked.

"Very," Q answered in a lazy voice. "You looked tired, Jean-Luc."

"I am tired," Picard replied. "I nearly died today, I had to repeat
countless time to my crew that we weren't about to be on another silly
trial, and I just have the wildest sex in years with a man who isn't
indeed human!"

Q laughed and kissed Picard's chest. "You'd sleep, lover," he said,
pulling the covers up to their chests.

"You want to sleep with me? I thought the members of the Continuum
never slept," Picard asked, surprised.

"That's true," Q yawned. "But I want to try this new experience,
sleeping in your embrace."

Picard nodded and switched the light off. The bedroom was now only lit
by the stars through the window and if the sight was familiar to the
captain it was the first time he found it romantic. He hugged Q who
put his head on his chest, and quickly fell asleep, exhausted.

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Picard opened his eyes at the sound of his clock alarm, wondering what
was strange. He shut off the alarm and remembered. Q. But his lover
was gone and the bed seemed very empty without him. The covers were
still wearing his heat and Picard snuggled in this warm stroke. He
couldn't bear the idea Q was gone and he could never be back.

"I want to make love to you again," Picard said aloud, hugging the
pillow and wishing it was Q.

"I'll be back, mon Capitaine," Q's voice suddenly said in his head.
"Soon."

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The End