The BLTS Archive- Destiny's Irony
#6: Talks and Tribble-ations
by T'Len (tlen@freenet.de)

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T'Len 2001

Part of the Doctor-Fuh-Q-Fest.

Disclaimer: Paraborg/Viacom owns the whole Star Trek universe. I only
borrowed a little part of it for some fun. No moneymaking, no offence
of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fan
fiction.

If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with
m/m-sex and relationships, then look elsewhere for your entertainment.
English is not my native language and I hadn't time to ask someone for
beta, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena
and T'Lin for the quick beta.

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Julian wished his cabin had one of those old-fashioned doors he could
slam shut in front of Miles' nose. As this wasn't the case, he had no
other choice - once the door slid open - to let the Chief in. "What do
you want?" he asked brusquely. "I don't want to see you."

Miles nevertheless stepped in. "It's over a week since we have seen
each other privately. Don't you think you've been upset with me for
long enough?"

He tried to embrace Julian but the doctor pulled away. "Hey, come on,
I want you. I'm horny as hell," Miles protested.

Now he'd done it. "That's the only thing you can think of, isn't it?
If you need to fuck an ass you come to me, but if I need you, you let
me down," Bashir shouted.

Frustrated O'Brien hit the table. "Damn Julian, not this again. I'm
tired of your reproaches."

"Because you can't hear the truth. I'm only a sex plaything for you
and I'm not willing to be any longer."

"That's not true. I love you, Julian. But I love my kids as well. And
I can't risk loosing them. I see Keiko only as a good friend, not as
my lover - like you."

"But you still fuck her, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten a second
child."

"So you're upset with me because I wanted to have a son?"

I reproach you because you are not open with me in our relationship.
I'm tired of waiting until you can spare some time for me. You can't
have everything. You need to make a decision. If you can't decide, you
will loose everything someday.

Miles wondered for a brief moment why this sounded so familiar. And it
wasn't Julian's voice he "heard" in his head. "I've already heard this
a week ago," he said finally.

"From whom?" Bashir asked.

"The legendary Captain Kirk told me, as he left the station."

"So you've met him, too?"

"Only briefly at the transporter-room. I was surprised that he spoke
those words to me. It seemed like..." He hesitated as he thought it
over, and then continued, "...as if he knew about us."

Julian nodded. "He was with me the evening you canceled our
appointment because of your wife. He overheard our conversation and
later offered me some comfort." A smile crossed Julian's face as he
remembered the night with the famous James T. Kirk. The man who was a
legend in the whole Federation, and by a lot of it's enemies, too. The
man whose adventures Julian had adored as a teenager. A man he had
never dreamed of meeting in reality. The man who had defeated death
once more and come back to life after nearly a century missing in this
mystical Nexus. Kirk was, in every way, a fascinating person - and a
great lover, as he had the luck to discover on this night.

Something in the way Julian voiced the words set off alarm-bells in
Miles' head. "What do you mean by comfort?" he inquired.

"I don't owe you an answer," Julian said, but some wish of hurting
O'Brien, ike he so often felt hurt about Miles' behavior made him say,
"I've slept with him."

Miles grasped Julian's arm with fury. "You fucked him?"

Bashir smiled ironically. "No, he fucked me."

Now Miles last bit of self-control was gone. "You've let him have your
ass? How dare you?"

Again Julian pulled away. "You don't own me!" he shouted. "I can do
what I want and with whom I want. And you had canceled our appointment
that night, not I."

"And that's why you slept with the first person that crossed your
path?"

"Oh come on, now you're being unfair. Have you never dreamed of
meeting such a legend as him? I felt lonely and sad and he was
helpful."

Miles lowered his eyes. "You're right - I don't have any rights on
you. But it hurts to think of you and another..." He sighed with
resignation. "I wish we could make our love official, but you know I
can't."

Carefully he stepped closer. "Please don't push me away, Julian. I
need you and I promise, when the kids are older, we will find a way to
be together. But for the moment, I just can't risk anything. Please
understand. Some day..."

"And what is if this day never appears?" Julian whispered. As he
didn't retreat again, Miles embraced him. "Don't think about that," he
whispered. "Let's enjoy our time together and not worrying about
tomorrow."

He pressed closer. "I still want you." To Julian's surprise he could
feel that Miles cock was still, or again, erect ... despite their
discussion. Miles obviously could become horny from anything. One of
the reasons he usually enjoyed being together with him. But with every
day they continued to secretly see each other he wanted more then just
plain sex.

The Chief rubbed his still trapped cock against him. "Let me take you
right here against the wall. And I'll show you that I'm better then
him." His hands traveled down Julian's body, stroking over his groin,
then reaching for the fly. "Oh baby, I'm so horny." He bit tenderly in
Julian's ear, then nipped down a tempting neck.

Bashir knew he should stop it now. But as so often happened after an
argument between them, he came down a peg. Although he really was
upset with Miles about certain points in their relationship he loved
the Chief way too much to ever terminate their relationship. And their
reconciliation was always very "fascinating". This time would be no
exception.

"Ahh!" Julian moaned as Miles freed his cock and milked it tenderly.
The chief braced him against the next wall. I'll be right back," he
said and hurried for the bathroom.

Soon he had returned with a tube of lubricant in his hand. Eagerly
Miles pushed his own pants down and lubricated himself and his lover.

He didn't waste any time with foreplay, just pushed his organ
hurriedly in, an "Oh yes!" on his lips. He thrust deep and hard,
didn't spare any thought about his lover. He just needed it - now and
badly. It had definitely been too long. And as relief came he cried
out in triumph.

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"I'm sorry," Miles whispered as he finally found his way back to
reality. He retreated from his lover and knelt down before Julian.
Bashir hadn't come yet; in fact his penis was only half erect. O'Brien
leaned forward and opened his mouth but was pushed back.

"Let's go to bed," Julian said. "I wish to show you something".

On the way to the sleeping area he picked up his Tribble from its
place on the couch.

"What do you want with your pet?" Miles asked surprised.

His answer was a smile and "You'll see it soon:"

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"Oh God." Miles moaned with pleasure the Tribble was stroked once more
along the sensitive inner thighs, then around newly erect cock. He
gasped: "This is so good ...  how did you know...? Did he...?"

Julian nodded. "Yes." He saw the disappointment in his lover's eyes
and bent down for a fierce kiss. "Don't be jealous. Enjoy!" With this
he pressed the vibrating Tribble against Miles' balls, causing him to
cry out in sheer ecstasy.

Sensing that Miles would come too soon if he continued this, and
himself now fully erect as well, he stole another passionate kiss. As
he backed away, he whispered: "Turn around on your knees. It's my turn
now."

Miles obliged instantly. Julian bent over his back and started to
stroke the Tribble over the chest, to tease two hard nipples with it
and then to proceed further down to the rock-hard shaft. He could feel
that the vibrations and purrs the little furball was emitting were
incredibly arousing for his lover, like they had been for him a week
ago. The memory aroused him even further. He could feel his hard cock
crying for attention.

Julian let the Tribble fall to the sheets. He couldn't wait any longer
and reached for the lubricant.

He quickly pressed a generous amount on his fingers. He bent over the
upraised ass once more and inserted first one, then a second and a
third finger into the tight opening. As Miles pushed eagerly back on
the intruders, he took the Tribble in his other hand and stroked it
once more over erect nipples and a hard shaft.

Then fingers were pulled out, the Tribble once more deposited on the
sheets as he hurriedly prepared himself now. Then he positioned
himself.

Julian spread the cheeks apart and entered the tempting hole slowly.
Miles, eager to get fucked, pushed immediately back on the welcome
intruder. As his lover was completely into the soft channel the
Tribble was once again used to stroke over chest and cock, nipples and
balls.

As he started to pull out and plunge in again and again Miles' groans
of pleasure increased more and more. "Yes, yes, I love it," was the
heavily breathed answer.

Julian increased the speed of his withdrawals and thrusts. His
Tribble-strokes, too, increased. And it seemed that the vibrations and
purrs of the furball also became stronger and louder with the time.

Julian moaned. It felt so good to fuck Miles. He didn't often get the
chance. Usually his friend was the more active partner: O'Brien moaned
"Oh baby. More, harder, faster. Give me all."

Julian frowned for a moment, then let the Tribble fall down. The
protesting sound of the little furball about this sudden ignorance was
unregistered. He gripped Miles' hips with both hands and started to
thrust harder and harder into the cute little ass, hitting the
prostate gland with every new stroke.

Soon the other couldn't take it any longer and cried out: "I'm coming
... oh God, I'm coming ... Julian!" His seed splashed on the Tribble
under him.

The convulsions of the anal muscles that came along with Miles' orgasm
were enough to send Julian over the edge, too. With one final thrust
he pushed himself as deep inside as possible. Then his seed filled the
tight channel.

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"What are you doing?" Julian watched Miles as he climbed out the bed,
his voice still slightly shaken from the reverberation of the
shattering orgasm. "Please stay for the night."

The regret was clearly audible as O'Brien answered "I'm sorry, but
Keiko is waiting with dinner for me."

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The End