The BLTS Archive- Destiny's Irony
#5: Triple With Tribble
by T'Len (tlen@freenet.de)

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2000

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
fanfiction.

If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with
explicit m/m-sex, then look elsewhere for your entertainment.

I just got this finished in time for the deadline. I couldn't ask for
any beta. I hope I didn't make to much mistakes. English is not my
native language, so please be patient with me in this case.

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Jim Kirk squirmed uncomfortable in his seat as he looked around in the
to full, to loud bar. In the past he had loved to be in such places,
but now he felt not very at home in Quark's. It was to noisy for his
taste, to crowded and to exotic. Half of the races, which were
drinking, playing and talking, he had never seen before.

'Probably I'm going to become old.', he thought as he gulped his drink
down. Deep Space Nine had definitely become a place where he wouldn't
like to live under any circumstances. Fortunately he could leave
tomorrow.

At least he hoped it. 'It was easier to go to the Romulans in the old
times, as we still were enemies.', he sighed heavily in his mind. He
had simply taken his ship in the Neutral Zone and  ... voila ... he
and Spock had been on a Romulan ship. Now the Romulans were allies of
the Federation and it had taken him over a half-year and a tour to
this dirty old station to get a passage on a Romulan ship.

He just felt as if he couldn't wait any longer. He missed his old
friends. What meant he missed especially Spock very badly. He wanted
to see him, to try to restore their old relationship. He hoped Spock
would still want him as a bondmate and they now could complete what
they never had done in the past. They had surprisingly got a second
chance and he was determined to use it.

But even if the Vulcan had chosen another partner in the meanwhile, he
wanted, he needed to know it quickly. He had become too anxious about
the waiting. Patience never was his strength, especially not when
beside his mind also his body was involved. And a certain part of that
became very impatient, too.

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"Captain Kirk?"

Jim looked up as a voice disturbed him in his reminiscences. As he saw
that the voice belonged to an attractive, dark-haired young man, he
instinctively started smiling. "Yes. What can I do for you?"

"I ..." The young man suddenly looked very shy. "I'm Doctor Bashir,
Julian Bashir ... and I'm so glad that I can meet you, again."

"Again?" Jim looked puzzled. "Have we already met?"

"Yes ... no. I mean I've seen you, but you have obviously not
registered me."

"Obviously not. Do you like to have a seat?" Jim gestured to the empty
chair at his table. As Julian took place he asked again: "What can I
do for you?"

He was somewhat surprised as the young men blurted out: "Can I have
your autograph?"

"My autograph?"

"Yes, please. I envied Captain Sisko so much as you gave him one."

Jim's surprise grew with every second and he started wondering if the
young men were insane or if he for himself had lost his memory.

"Captain Sisko? You mean the commander of this station? I surely have
never met him. Besides I know he is not on the station right now. What
the hell you're talking about?"

Julian squirmed slightly on his seat, not sure what to tell this
living legend, fearing to trigger his anger when he told him about the
"Tribble-adventure." Finally he found some courage again. "You've met
him and me and some others from our commanding crew. But that was long
ago. Do you remember the station K-7 and the Tribble-accident?"

"Sure, how could I forget that."? Jim smiled. This was definitely one
of the most outrageous missions they ever had have.

"We were there, too." Julian whispered.

"Time-travel?" Suddenly the whole thing made more sense to Jim.

"Yes. Do you like to know more?"

"Sure, but ..." He glanced around the noisy bar " ... can we go to a
quieter place, please?"

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"So I own you my life." Jim absentmindedly stroked the Tribble he
nearly sat on as he took place on Bashirs couch in the doctor's
quarters.

"We have only done our duty, Captain Kirk, saved our timeline and
...."

"Yes, yes I know." Jim interrupted the young man. "I know this crap,
have heard it one time to many in my own life. Besides Captain Kirk
doesn't exist any longer. Call me Jim, please." He held the little
furball out to Bashir.  "But you should know that it's dangerous to
have Tribbles around. You just can't stop them from procreating once
you have feed them."

"Oh, you can now." Julian glowed with pride. "I've invented a drug,
something like a pill for a Tribble. If you give it to them before
feeding, the Tribbles will not starve to death but their procreation
process is stopped. If you want them to have babies you just don't
give them the pill."

"That's interesting." Jim blushed as he realized that he had started
to stroke the Tribble along his right thigh and that the pleasant
feeling of the soft fur through the thin material of his trousers made
his organ stir with need. He remembered clearly how much fun he once
had with such a little beastie. The Tribbles all over his ship had
been annoying, but with the one he had found in his bed he definitely
had have one of the best masturbations of his whole life.

He imagined the soft fur on his aroused cock, the arousing vibrations
against his balls, the pleasant purrs of the Tribble and he became
even more aroused. Jim decided that it definitely had become to long
since he had sex for the last time. And the gods alone might know when
he would find Spock. Such a little friend could be very helpful during
his journey. So he decided to ask the young Doctor if he could have
this Tribble or another available one.

Before he could voice his question Julian's com beeped and the doctor
excused himself. Jim couldn't hear with whom or what the young man was
talking, but he had a good look an his backside. And he began to
admire what he was seeing.

'Julian his a cute little ass.' he thought for himself. Besides he
always had been attracted to dark-haired men, what surely had to do
with a certain Vulcan. He decided that Tribbles were fun, but a real
fuck was even better and if he got a chance to seduce the doctor he
would use it. After all he still was a free man who could do what he
wanted to do. What meant fuck whom he wants in that case.

As Julian's voice became louder Jim could understand what he was
saying. ".... okay, then stay with her. But if you need again an ass
to fuck, don't stay on my doorstep. I will not let you in any longer."
With this Bashir slammed the com-button.

Jim rose to his feet and approached the young man. "Is something
wrong?"

"Yes ... no ... yes. That was Miles, I mean Chief O'Brien."

"Your boyfriend?" The sad look in Julian's eyes told Jim that he had
hit the right spot.

"He was." Julian's voice rose with anger. Then he calmed down a little
and added quieter. "He is married. Two kids. Since the second is born
his wife always requires his assistance. I must do this, Keiko needs
that - is all what I became to hear lately. And what is with me? I
need him, too."

Jim put a supporting hand on one slumped shoulder. "I know it's hard
to share what we love." Something in Julian's eyes told him that the
young man had understood that he wasn't referring to any living being
but to his famous white lady.

"It's not only the sex I miss." Julian confessed. "Oh, we had great
fucks. But I miss my best buddy as well. The hours we shared on the
holodeck, our dart-games and so on. But it's over now. I'm not going
to wait until he is so kind to need my ass or my cock again."

Jim put his left hand under Julian's chin and rose the head so that he
could look the young man right in the eyes. "If he can't decide to be
with you for ever, he is not worth that you mourn about him.
Understood?"

As the young man nodded. Jim stepped even closer. Sensing his chance
he asked: "Do you want me to stay this night?"

As Julian nodded again. Jim pressed their bodies together letting him
feel his already obvious arousal. "I want to sleep with you.", he
whispered as he kissed the full lips.

As Julian led the way to the sleeping-area, Jim picked the Tribble up
on his way.

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"Oh God." Julian moaned with pleasure as Jim continued to set his
whole body under fire. Both men were now naked. Julian was on his
back; Jim hovered over him and used his lips, tongue and the Tribble
to arouse the body beneath him further.

As he stroked the little furball once more along the sensitive inner
thighs Julian gasped: "This is so good ...  ho did you know ...?"

Jim smiled. "My dear boy, I discovered how a Tribble can bring
pleasure to a man a long time before you were born." With this he
pressed the vibrating Tribble against Julian's balls, causing him to
cry out in sheer ecstasy.

Jim, sensing that the young men would come to soon if he continued
this and for himself eager to proceed with their fucking, bent down to
stifle the cry with a passionate kiss. As he backed away he whispered:
"Turn around on your knees. I want to penetrate you as deep as
possible."

Julian obliged instantly. Jim bent over the young doctors back and
started to stroke the Tribble over Julian's chest, to tease two hard
nipples with it and then to proceed further down to the rock-hard
shaft. Jim could feel that the vibrations and purrs the little furball
was emitting were incredible arousing for Julian like they had been
for himself nearly a century ago. This thoughts and the pleasure he
was giving to the young man had him, too, very aroused. He could feel
his hard cock crying for attention.

Jim let the Tribble fall to the sheets. They both obviously couldn't
wait any longer. "Do you have a lubricant?" he breathed heavily.

"In the drawer." was the equally breathless answer.

Jim quickly found the tube and pressed a generous among 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
Julian pushed eagerly back on the intruders, Jim took the Tribble in
his other hand and stroked it once more over erect nipples and a hard
shaft.

As Jim pulled his fingers out again, the Tribble was once more
deposited on the sheets beneath Julian's upraised upper body. Jim
couldn't stifle a moan  as he now prepared himself. As he noticed that
Julian was watching him over his shoulders, he shifted a little bit
more back to allow the doctor a better look on his manhood.

The silent "Oh" the young man was mouthing made Jim smile. It was not
the first time in his life that he got such an reaction from his bed
partner. "You're bigger then Miles." Julian whispered.

"I'm going to put it in you. Now." Jim stated and then positioned
himself again between the spreaded legs.

Jim held the ass-checks apart and entered the tempting hole slowly.
Julian, again eager to getting fucked, pushed immediately back on the
welcome intruder. As Jim was completely into the soft channel the
Tribble was once more used to stroke over chest and cock, nipples and
balls.

As Jim started to pull out and plunge in again and again Julian's
groans of pleasure increased more and more. "You do love to be fucked
this way, don't  you?" Jim asked.

"Yes, yes, I love to be fucked from behind. Miles always did it so
good.", was the heavily breathed answer.

"I'll make you forget him." Jim promised and increased the speed of
his withdrawals and thrusts slowly. His Tribble-strokes, too,
increased. And it seemed that the vibrations and purrs of the furball
became also stronger and louder with the time.

Jim, too, moaned his arousal out loud now. It felt so good to fuck
another mans ass. Jim decided that he had missed this way to have sex
to long. And he knew it would be even more better when he and Spock
... . Suddenly he heard the young man moan: "Oh God, Miles. More,
harder, faster. Give me all."

Jim frowned for a moment, then let the Tribble fall out his hand. The
protesting sound of the little furball about this sudden ignorance was
unregistered.

"You will not say his name any more." Jim groaned. "You will cry MY
name when I make you come." With this he gripped Julian's 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 young man couldn't take it any longer and cried out: "I'm
coming ... oh God, I'm coming ... JIM!" His seed splashed on the
Tribble under him, causing more protesting sounds from the little
furball.

The convulsions of the anal muscles that came along with Julian's
orgasm were enough to send Jim over the edge, too. With one final
thrust he pushed himself as deep inside as possible. Then his seed
filled the tight channel. Between Julian's cries of pleasure and the
Tribble's squeaks of protest nobody noticed the name he was crying as
he came: "Spock!"

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Jim Kirk was ready to go on board the Romulan ship, which should take
him to his true and only love. He hold his baggage in one hand, in the
other rested in a lovely hold a little Tribble.

Jim observed the red-haired man, who was busy on the panels near the
air lock, for a while and then he decided to speak. "Chief O Brien,
you don't know me, but if I may give you one advice. As a result of my
life I know one can't have all. There will always be a day when you
must decide for something. If you can't decide you will loose
everything. And you have to lose a lot what is worth to fight for if I
may say so."

With this James T. Kirk stepped through the connecting channel to the
waiting ship and disappeared from Deep Space Nine, letting a stunned
and surprised Miles O'Brien behind.

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The End