The BLTS Archive- Early Trek
#3: The Captain's Privilege
by T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

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The Challenge *from J. Juls on ASCEM) -- write a story where the
character codes are either a word or stand for something.  For
instance, Troi/Crusher/Bashir/Yar would be T/C/B/Y.  (The Country's
Best Yogurt; it's a store.)  Okay, that's dumb, but how 'bout
Spock/Q/Uhura/Intendant/Crusher/Kim, S/Q/U/I/C/K.  Anyhoo, just a
thought--(Quark could be used instead of Q and Uhura).  It would also
give more action to our vowel characters:  Am, U, I, Ez, O, and
sometimes Y.

This is my answer to that challenge.

Archiving: Yes ... ASC/EM, BLTS, and my own web page ... all others,
please ask first. I'll probably say yes, but I like to know in
advance. Feedback: By all means ... all comments gladly accepted. Post
to the list, or e-mail me.

Note: This is a sequel to my stories "One More ... For The Road"
(C/Komak) and "I Think I'm Going To Like It Here" (Su/C) (both can be
found on my web page) ... these stories provide background that is
helpful in understanding the relationship between Sulu and Chekov, but
this story stands alone very nicely. Suffice it to say, Chekov likes
to dress in drag, and Sulu is turned on by it ... enough said.

Warning: This story contains m/m sex, and cross dressing ... if this
isn't your thing, go elsewhere for your entertainment.

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the TREK universe ... I just borrow
the  people and places for a bit of fun ... I promise to return
everyone, unharmed, when I am done. No money is being made from this,
so don't bother to sue me over it.

0104.29

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The last five months had been brutal ... the crew was in dire need of
a break. The USS ENTERPRISE was on its way to Deep Space Station 13,
where some much needed repairs would be made ... and in the mean time,
the crew could take advantage of the facilities for a bit of R&R.

One day out of the station, the shore leave schedule was posted ...
Sulu was very happy to see that he and Pavel were in the same group.
Either the First Officer was very perceptive, or it was a lucky
coincidence ... either way, they would be able to spend some time
together, away from the ship, and without having to deal with opposing
duty shifts.

Sulu did a bit of research into the type of facilities the space
station offered for R&R ... he was happy to note that there was an
'Alternative Lifestyle' club deep in the heart of the 'seedy side' of
the station ... according to the info he found, it was *not* usually
frequented by the Starfleet personnel who came here. Of course, there
were always exceptions ...

He made plans for the two days they would have on the station ...
acquired a room for their stay  near the club, and even picked out the
clothes he and Pavel would wear ... he had been dying to see 'Pasha'
in that red silk blouse, black mini and thigh high boots. For himself,
white leather pants and matching vest ... he knew they would look
stunning together.

That night, as Sulu was heading to bed, and Pavel to his duty station,
Sulu told him of the plans he had made for the next day ... Pavel
beamed at him, and  said good night with a kiss that promised more to
come.

Knowing that he would be spending two whole days ... and nights ...
with Sulu made his duty shift fly by. As usual, the 'night shift' was
pretty quiet ... it was as if the whole universe was set to the same
circadian rhythm ... how else could you explain the peace and quiet
that settled on them during Gamma Shift night after night?

For the past two months, Pavel had been given the privilege of being
'in command' during Gamma Shift ... a sure sign that the Captain had
given his request for a reassignment to Alpha Shift consideration ...
obviously, he wanted to see if the young Russian were up to the task.
Pavel had done all he could to prove himself ...including giving the
night shift 'readiness drills', to keep them on their toes.

Tonight, however, he was preoccupied with the thoughts of what he and
Sulu would be doing over the next couple of days, so he was startled
when the Captain came on deck to relieve him, a whole hour before the
end of shift. "Mr. Chekov ..." he said, as he stepped down beside the
command chair, "I relieve you."

Looking puzzled, yet standing quickly to let the Captain have his
seat, Pavel said, "Thenk you, sair ..."

"No problem, Mister Chekov ... I couldn't sleep, and I thought you
could use a bit of rest before going on Shore Leave," Kirk said with a
wink.

Smiling, as he realized the Captain must have known about Sulu and
himself, he replied, "I appreciate thet, sair ... good night."

Kirk said, "enjoy your shore leave, Pavel." as the turbolift doors
were closing on the young navigator. He sat back, satisfied that he
had done the right thing in manipulating the shore leave schedules so
that his Alpha Shift Helmsman and Gamma Shift Navigator could spend
their leave together. Apparently, according to the ships rumor mill,
the two had developed a pretty close friendship in the few short
months they had been onboard ... not an easy task when duty
assignments conflict as theirs did.

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Sulu and Chekov made their way to their hotel, after beaming down with
the rest of the crew members who were part of the first wave. They,
like all the rest of their crew mates, were in civilian dress ...
Pavel, however, would make his transformation to 'Pasha' once they got
to their room. Sulu couldn't wait ... he had gotten a few 'private'
peeks, but that just wasn't the same as 'stepping out on the town'
with his lovely 'lady' ... just thinking about it made him horny as
all hell.

Seeing that they had left the company of their shipmates, they walked
hand-in-hand ... as Sulu thought about making love to 'Pasha' later,
he squeezed Pavel's hand ... then brought it up to his lips to kiss
the fingers that so tenderly caressed the instrument panel of the
ENTERPRISE. Those fingers would be playing him, later tonight ... 

With that thought in mind, they entered their room. It was small, but
that didn't really matter ... it had a large bed ... that was all they
needed. Dropping their bags on the floor, Sulu pulled Pavel into a
passionate embrace ... his transformation would have to wait a bit ...
Sulu was too horny to wait till later to make love to the young
Russian.

Chekov was obviously eager, too. He dropped to his knees, quickly
opening Sulu's pants and releasing his engorged cock from its
confinement. He devoured the hot flesh ... running his tongue around
the head, then sucking it into his mouth ... opening his throat to
take in the full length of the well endowed helmsman.

Sulu grabbed Chekov by the head ... trying to control his thrusts to
prolong his release, to no avail ... he was too far gone in his
arousal ... he could no longer hold back. As his balls tightened, 
signaling his release, Chekov clamped down with his lips, sucking for
all he was worth ... the orgasm that followed was intense, and oh, so
satisfying.

As Sulu's knees threatened to give way, Chekov stood, and took him by
the hand, leading him to the bed. Sulu sat on the side of the bed as
Chekov pulled down his own pants. "Suck me off, Sulu ... I can't be in
this state when I get dressed." Sulu was happy to oblige, taking the
thick cock deep in his throat. The young Russian succumbed to his
ministrations in no time at all.

Sated, Chekov collapsed on the bed beside his lover, and the two
embraced, but only briefly. In a few minutes, Chekov was once again on
his feet, retrieving his bag from where it had been dropped, and
pulling out the clothes that he had brought with him.

Since they would be here for two nights, he had two stunning outfits
to wear to the club ... the red silk blouse, black leather mini and
matching thigh-high boots that Sulu had chosen, and a black leather
mini-dress, fishnet stockings and ankle boots that he loved to wear.

He had stripped completely before unpacking, and Sulu watched his
every move ... such perfection and grace was always a turn-on ... and
that ass ... he was contemplating plundering that flesh later with
great enthusiasm.

Chekov gathered everything he needed to perform his transformation,
then turned to Sulu, saying, "I vill be out shortly ..." and seeing
the state of Sulu's erection once again, gave him a wink, as he asked,
"vill you need me to take care of that for you again?"

"If you keep standing there like that, you will ..." and he shooshed
him away, saying, "go on, get dressed ... I can't wait to see you in
that outfit."

Chekov went into the head, where he dressed as quickly as he could ...
his hair was long enough that he did not wear a wig, just brushed it
back off his face, and used a decorative comb to keep it there. He had
perfected his make-up ... just enough to enhance his features without
looking made-up.

His specially designed teddy held him in place ... hiding the fact
that he was male, and enhancing his physique to create a small, but
attractive, bust. He would never be considered 'well endowed', but it
was all him ... 'Pasha' did not believe in artificial means to
accomplish hir transformation.

The blouse was next, and xe left the buttons open to reveal hir
cleavage ... the mini was next, and xe wriggled into it, tucking in
the blouse. The skirt was short ... it would be impossible to hide his
manhood if he had not been wearing the teddy. The boots were last, and
as xe pulled them up hir shapely legs, the transformation was complete
... Pavel was now Pasha ... and would remain so for the duration of
their stay on the space station. 

Pasha made hir way out to the main room, where Sulu was waiting for
hir ... dressed in his white leather slacks and vest, he was gorgeous.
They made a stunning couple, as they looked into the full length
mirror on the back of the bathroom door.  Sulu kissed Pasha lightly on
the lips, not wanting to disturb the lipstick just yet.

He ran his hand up the silk covered arm, to the rise of one shapely
breast ... cupping the breast he ran his thumb over the nub of hir
nipple, and was pleased to hear Pasha's gasp of pleasure at his touch.
"Hmmm ... very nice," he said, as he gave the nipple a squeeze. "Let
me see you," he went on, as he stood back to get a better view of
Pasha's transformation. Pasha stepped away, and made a pirouette in
the middle of the room, running hir hands over hir breasts and ass, as
xe did.

Xe could hear Sulu's breathing catch, as he reacted to hir actions.
Pasha smiled ... xe loved to turn men on ... and was eagerly awaiting
the evening in the club ... not to mention the sex afterwards. Since
the day xe met Sulu, xe had wanted to make love to him. In that time,
they had given each other pleasure, but their time together had been
limited ... a hand-job here, a blow-job there ... but never actually
made love. Tonight, that would change.

"Come ... let's go to the club ... I want to have some fun."

"Of course, dahling ..." Pasha said in hir sultry voice ... it was a
far more seductive voice than Sulu was used to hearing coming from his
friends lips, and he found it highly erotic. He had a feeling that he
and Pasha would be taking advantage of the 'private rooms' at the club
before the night was through.

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The Man Trap, the sign above the door said. As they entered, they
noticed the pulsing lights, that kept time to the beat of the music.
The room was crowded, but surprisingly, not smokey (as so many of
these places tended to be). Sulu had his arm around Pasha's waist,
guiding hir towards the bar ... there appeared to be a seat at the far
end that was vacant. Pasha could sit, while Sulu stood close to hir
... as he leaned forward to order their drinks, Pasha's knee pressed
against his groin, rubbing his semi-hard cock. He ignored the
stimulation as he placed their order, then turned to Pasha, and bent
over to press a passionate kiss on hir full lips, grinding his groin
against hir leg to let hir know that his arousal was increasing.

Sulu had ordered shots of Vodka, and when they appeared, they took
them in hand, and downed them in one swallow ... the night was young,
there would be more where that came from, but for now, Sulu wanted to
dance. He took Pasha by the hand, and led hir to the dance floor,
where they joined a wide variety of beings of all persuasions.

The music was a seductive piece ... slow and sensual, building in
power as it increased in volume. It was reminiscent of Revel's Bolero,
but at the same time, like nothing he had ever heard before ... Sulu
had no idea where it came from, but he could guarantee it was not
Earth.

He took Pasha into his arms ... xe was expert at seduction while
dancing ... grinding hir hipbone against Sulu's crotch as they swayed
to the music. If he were not careful, xe would make him come right
there on the dance floor.

Sulu was also doing his part to seduce Pasha. He was cupping one small
breast in his hand, rubbing the nipple through the silk ... his other
hand was on hir ass, squeezing the firm globe of hir buttock through
the tight leather.

As the music intensified, so did their motion ... the urge to come
almost overpowering Sulu as he ground against Pasha, frantically
wanting to be in hir. He was breathing heavily as the music came to an
end ... and Pasha pressed up against him saying, "later ... we must
pace ourselves."

"Yes ... later ... although I don't know how much longer I can wait, I
want you so badly." Sulu kissed hir, as he led hir back to the bar.
Two more shots of Vodka were delivered, and once again, they were
downed in one gulp. Sulu excused himself, as he needed to use the
head. As Pasha was looking around the bar, a familiar face entered ...
xe was shocked to see Captain Kirk, dressed in leather, as Sulu was,
stride into the bar as if he came here every day.

He did a quick survey of the room ... looking for a potential partner
for the night, or to see if there were any familiar faces, xe did not
know ... when he looked directly at hir and smiled. Pasha sat
perfectly still ... would the captain recognize hir? Xe did not know,
but it was certain that he would recognize Sulu ...

Unfortunately, xe would find out all too soon, as the Captain made his
way towards hir. Pasha was panicky ... what if Sulu came out, just as
the captain got to hir? Xe could probably discourage his advances if
he didn't recognize hir, but with Sulu there, there was no way they
could get away with this.

The Captain was right in front of hir, looking hir over, as he ordered
a drink for himself, then turned to hir, saying, "may I buy you a
drink ?"

"No thenk you," xe said, as xe crossed hir legs, trying to discourage
the intimacy he was offering with his proximity. "I em vith somevon."

He smiled ... that devastating smile of his that, rumor had it, could
bend the will of all whom he set his mind on. Pasha was determined to
resist him, he could *not* learn who xe was, but it would be
difficult. Xe kept reminding hirself that it could be the end of hir
career, or at the very least, result in a transfer off the ENTERPRISE,
and xe did not want that. 

"Perhaps you and your friend would be interested in a three-way? I'm
up for almost anything ... it's been a while, and I'm feeling very
horny." He reached out to stroke the side of hir face, asking
permission with his eyes to kiss hir. Pasha felt weak, it would be so
easy to give in to his caress, but then, out of the corner of hir eye,
she saw Sulu come out of the head. The Captain's back was to Sulu, so
he was not aware of who it was that was trying to seduce his date, and
stepped in to take the situation in hand. Grabbing the stranger by the
shoulder, he spun him around, saying, "she's with me ... go find ..."

But he said no more, as he recognized his Captain. Kirk, seeing that
the person who had accosted him from the back was none other than his
helmsman, did a double take on the object of his attention, and
realized it was Chekov. He was speechless for a heartbeat, then broke
into a smile, saying, "forgive me, Pavel ... I had no idea ... Sulu,
my apologies." he stepped away, saying, "carry on ... and enjoy your
shore leave."

And as he walked away, he turned back, saying, "oh, and Pavel ... the
three-way offer still stands ... anytime you'd like," and he winked,
as he left the bar.

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The End