The BLTS Archive- Cycles
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Please do not distribute, archive, etc, without my
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first. I will probably say yes, but I'd prefer to know about it.

A strange one, and I have *no* idea where it came from,
except that I thought that in Worst Case Scenario, Seska
appeared to be more betrayed than she should have. And
did anyone else but me think it was really strange that she
modified the program to kill Tuvok because he betrayed the
Maquis?  She was a spy who (IMO) did not care one shred
for any of the Maquis.  So...I'm thinking that it just *might*
have been more personal.

This story is rated NC-17 for consensual (if slightly rough for
me) m/f interspecies sex.  And be warned, you enter a
strange corner of my mind with this one.

The time span of this story is sometime during Tom Paris's
stint with the Maquis and about eleven months before
Caretaker.  This does not (IMO) contradict canon, as we are
never told that Tom and Tuvok never met while Tuvok was
undercover with the Maquis.  I'm assuming that in this
universe, Tom's prison stay was only a couple of months,
and Tuvok was undercover for at least a year before
Caretaker.

The Cardassian cycles, which conclude in the Changing for
males are not my concept.  They were invented by Sophie
Masse for her G/B story The Changing.  I have borrowed
that concept without permission.  However, the Bajoran
D'Klow is my own invention.

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Damn.

It was starting.  The Cycle.  The utter *need* for sex that
occured approximately every five years for Cardassians.
But to the people around her, Seska wasn't a Cardassian.
She was a weak, fragile, Bajoran.  The only good thing
about it was that it wasn't the Changing itself.  She didn't
think she could find a partner among this band of ragtags
who would survive a fully-fledged Changing.  This was one
of the few times that Seska was grateful that she had not
been born a male.

Seska impatiently pulled her hair out of the chignon she
usually wore it in.  Damned silky stuff.  She much preferred
her glossy black locks, the ones she had grown up with, but
being a member of the Obsidian Order, and one in deep
cover as a Bajoran...well, sacrifices must be made.

"But who will I have share this with me?" she mused. If
Chakotay hadn't decided that their relationship was not a
good idea, she would not even be asking this.  She would be
sharing this time with him. Claiming it was the D'Klow, of
course, that extremely mild bloodlust those weakling
Bajorans experienced only a few times in their lives, a
bloodlust that had been the reason for her choosing to be
surgically altered to appear Bajoran and not Human or
Klingon, two of the other possibilities.  But she could not
have told Chakotay that it was the Cardassian Cycle, which
was so much more powerful and overwhelming.  She would
have to claim it to be the D'Klow whoever she was with, of
course, but it would have to be someone who would not
know the difference, but someone who would understand
the urge she felt to mate.  She must decide on a partner
quickly, before the Cycle became overwhelming.

Jerron was the first (after Chakotay) to be crossed off her
mental list.  He was Bajoran, and might know enough to tell
the difference.  Although he was young for his first D'Klow, it
was not impossible that he might have experienced it.  And
even if he had not experienced it yet, he would eventually,
and he would know that she was not Bajoran.

B'Elanna would be a strong partner, and Seska was tempted
to just ask her, she had noticed the glances B'Elanna had
thrown in her direction when she had thought she was
unobserved, but the connection between them that she was
carefully nurturing might be broken if the sexual relationship
was short-lived.  And she had spent too much time ensuring
that the connection would be lasting to break it just because
of the Cycle.

Dalby?  Too overly concerned with his own pleasure, she
suspected, when not involved emotionally.

Bendara?  Too close to Chakotay.  She actually wondered if
they were closer than they appeared to be, particularly after
Bendara had saved his life in that bar fight a month ago.

Suder?  No, he was Betazoid.  Although he claimed not to
have the traditional abilities of his race, there was something
she just didn't trust about him.

Tom Paris, the new pilot?  No...he was far too busy fighting
with Chakotay.  Those fights were more severe than they
needed to be, in Seska's opinion.  But perhaps the emotions
driving them were not hatred. She did not particularly care,
unless it interfered with her plans.  Or if Chakotay was
forgetting her too quickly.  That she would not endure.

Tuvok.  Vulcan, so he would understand the need to mate at
such a time, and he was also presumably bonded, which
would take care of any messy emotional details.  Not that
*that* would be a problem with a Vulcan, but it was still a
detail worth noting.

Yes, Tuvok was the best choice.  If she could persuade him
to sleep with her. Her usual tricks would not work with him,
as they usually depended on an emotional response.  So it
must be the logical approach.

But after all, Bajorans died if they did not slake their D'Klow,
and it would not be logical for her to die when Tuvok could
prevent it. Or at least she hoped he would see it that way.

It was relatively quiet as she slipped out of her tiny quarters.
She was dressed in a traditional D'Klow robe, long, white
and sheer.  It was all she wore.  Seska made her way
quickly to Tuvok's cabin, and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Seska began the traditional speech.

"Tuvok, I am undergoing the D'Klow.  As someone who
understands the fire that burns within me, I ask for you to
slake the D'Klow.  As you know, you are free to refuse, but I
hope that you will not.  I do not wish to slake the D'Klow with
another, and you know the consequences if I do not slake
the D'Klow."

The Vulcan stood, impressive even in ragged clothing.

"I accept your request to slake your D'Klow.  It is logical that
you should choose one of my species who understands your
circumstances.  I am greatly honoured, Seska."

"Good," she smiled, slipping the D'Klow robe from her
shoulders.  Her pale skin glowed in the dim light of the
cabin.

"You understand that we are not to be bonded?  I am
already bonded to another, even though we are not able to
be together.  But as  you have asked me to do this, I am
bound by honour and logic to do this.  And I wish to."

Seska was shocked to find herself wishing that they could
be bonded.  The Vulcan was beautiful.  Tall, muscular, and
with a swelling at the juncture of his legs that she was
looking forward to exploring.  He was not hard yet, though.
The pants he wore were so tight, she could see his
manhood quite easily even in the dim light.  Ah, to have him
for life, that would be...stimulating.  Although then she would
have to continue the pretence of being Bajoran...perhaps the
transitory nature of the D'Klow was best.

Although if this experience proved satisfactory, she could
always pretend later that she was undergoing the D'Klow,
even when she was not undergoing the Cycle.  The D'Klow
was almost constant for some Bajorans of her age, so it
would not be difficult to pretend.  Pretending had become a
way of life for her, after all.

She felt his eyes on her as she walked to him. She had to
reach up, as he was *very* tall, and she pressed a kiss to
his full lips.  To her surprise, he responded eagerly.

The kiss was long, and exploratory.  After an eternity of
shared breath, he began kissing her neck.  She was
shocked, delightfully, when he gently bit the juncture
between neck and shoulder.

"Harder," she whispered, wanting more, maybe even some
blood drawn.  This was going to be more fulfilling than she
had expected.

He acquiesced, biting harder, bruising her pale skin.  She
shuddered with ecstasy, it had been too long, and Chakotay
had been far too gentle for her tastes.  Even though she had
*tried* to expand his horizons, he had not relished the idea
of rougher play, and certainly nothing like the Cardassian
techniques Seska preferred.  Of course, she probably
wouldn't be able to get Tuvok to go *that* far, but she would
enjoy this more than she'd enjoyed any of those gentle,
cloying encounters with Chakotay.

She pulled back, allowing his teeth to sink in, and purred
with delight at the feeling.  She pulled impatiently at his
clothing, wanting to feel his skin.  She started to unfasten
the trousers Tuvok wore, and as her hands explored
beneath, she realised that he was becoming harder. He felt
like velvet-covered duranium, but hotter, and his skin burned
more than hers did.

"So beautiful," she whispered, slipping off the shirt as well,
and kissing his chest.  She continued the explorations, one
hand encircling his erection, one clutching at an arm, her
mouth moving across him, until she found a nipple.  He
gasped, and bucked, almost throwing her to the floor. She
chuckled, a warm, inviting sound, and suggested, in a voice
husky with passion, "Perhaps we'd better move this to
somewhere more comfortable?"

He did not respond in words, but picked her up, as if she
weighed less than a feather, and carried her into his tiny
bedroom.  He followed her to the bed almost immediately,
latching onto a breast, sucking hard, and, at her request,
biting. He placed bites from her collarbone to her hip, and
back, on both sides.  While his mouth was doing that, a
hand began exploring between her legs.  The hot wetness
welcomed his fingers, first one, then two.  She screamed as
he began gently rubbing her clitoris, larger than a human
woman's, and more sensitive.  As his mouth reached the
end of the second series of bites, he kissed his way
torturously slowly across to take her throbbing clit into his
mouth.  As his fingers stoked the heat inside her, his tongue
was vibrating across the sensitive nub, and she uttered
cries of ecstacy, exploding into a shattering climax.

As she recovered, he brought his fingers out of her, moved
back to look at her again, and slowly placed his fingers in his
mouth, tasting her again.  Impossibly, she found herself
excited again at the sight, and pulled him to her, guiding his
now rock-hard erection inside her. He began the rhythm that
is instinctual in all mating creatures, slowly at first, when she
was used to him inside her, he began moving faster, then
they were moving with so much friction and heat she forgot
everything but that she was a woman with a wonderful lover,
so hot inside her. He increased his movements again,
bursting deep inside her, and she cried out once more.

They lay together, recovering, and she wished again that it
could have been more than just a slaking of need to him. Or
that he could know what and who she really was.  Seska
decided to leave a message, in case she was killed.  Tuvok
would know who he had lain with this night, somehow.

Tuvok drifted into sleep, and Seska watched him, liking the
play of moonlight on the strong Vulcan features.  Yes, he
would know her again, and she would know him. For as long
as she could keep the D'Klow charade going.  It would not
be long enough, though.

Seska wondered at these emotions she was feeling.  They
were not love.  She thought that they might be passion.
Tuvok certainly inspired passion, with that mouth, those
hands, and that sense of being there in the sex act.  Not like
it had been with Chakotay.  Not at all.  Tuvok was that rarest
of beings.  A truly worthy partner.  And Seska knew that that
was much more rare than love.

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A year later, everything had changed.

Seska, and the rest of the group of Maquis were on the
Federation Starship Voyager, lost in the Delta Quadrant.
Tuvok had revealed himself to also be a spy, but for the
damned Federation.

Seska had not been able to believe that.  She had only just
been able to accept the realities of their situation, thinking
that maybe she could still have something with Tuvok, after
all, he still thought she was Bajoran, when he had revealed
to her that he was married, not merely bonded, as she had
presumed.  She saw it as a betrayal.  If he had said that he
was married, she would have found another partner for the
Cycle, and not started thinking of a future with him.

She would have her revenge on him, one day.  And on
Kathryn Janeway, the Federation captain who had stranded
them out her, and even on her other former lover, Chakotay.

One day, almost six months after their arrival in the Delta
Quadrant, Seska was performing a routine purge of older
holodeck files. She came across a locked file, which of
course she opened.  She smiled, a cold, calculating smile,
as she realised what it was.

"So, Tuvok doesn't trust the Maquis to assimilate as easily
as they seem to have. This could be interesting.  Imagine if
someone like Dalby found out that he wasn't trusted
implicitly...that could be very interesting, although rather
pedestrian.  I must be capable of more...creative revenge,"
and she began to deliberate the possibilities, while running
the program.  She grimaced in distaste at her holographic
form being so...affectionate toward Chakotay.  Although she
would not hesitate to begin things with him again, if it
became necessary for any reason, she hoped that it would
not.  She would prefer to remain celibate.

After some thought, she decided that she really did want
Tuvok dead.  He had deceived her. She ignored the fact that
she was as guilty of deception as he was.  But if someone
else were running the scenario with him, they might manage
to save him. So how could she ensure that he would be
alone?

The file was locked, so clearly he was not ready to share it
with the rest of the crew yet.  And it was unfinished, so
presumably he would have to finish it before he could share
it with anyone else.  So...if she arranged for her 'surprise'
additions to be activated when Tuvok re-opened the
narrative parameters...she would have her revenge on him.
But...what if someone else was also working on the
program?  So Seska did not program her holographic self to
mention to Tuvok their previous encounters.

As she shut down the program after making her
modifications, Seska looked again at the holo-matrix.  It was
a pity that she couldn't get one of those to the Cardassians.
She was sure they would be appropriately...grateful.

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The End