The BLTS Archive - For the Hairline by D --- Note: Although List Mom told me that she thinks my work is crap, I thought I'd post this anyway. This is a 'prequel' to the two Eddington eps 'For the Cause' and 'For the Uniform'. Hope everyone likes this one (and maybe that someone actually reads it). Although I1m not deluding myself, I *still* crave feedback, so if you like it (hell, even if you *don't*), write me. (All flames will be immediately discarded, so please play nice and criticize constructively ...) WARNING! 'For the Hairline' is rated NC-17 for a very good reason: both Sisko and Eddington take it 'like a man' in this story. If you don1t like the idea of that, *TUFF!*-- try another story. Also, Kasidy Yeats gets up to some *devious* mischief here; if you don't like naughty m/f foreplay and flirting, *TUFF! again.* DISCLAIMER: No, Paramount doesn1t have the balls to get Sisko and Eddington into bed like I do, although they didn1t mind *teasing* us much of last season with the sheer *thought* of it. Ben and Mike belong to the folks at Paramount, and not to me, Because they're under copyright ... which is just as well, because if *I* owned them ... IDEAS & INSPIRATION came from: --- Stanley's last line in 'A Streetcar Named Desire' --- "We've had this date from the beginning!" --- Henry James' description of Waymarsh in Chapter 2 of 'The Ambassadors' --- (I model Eddington on him.) --- Mr. Kenneth Marshal and Mr. Avery Brooks --- no comment ... --- "Well, it's not going to go down well with Star Fleet, Commander," Sisko said to Michael Eddington. He had been on the station for almost a month now, and the beard he grew came in quite rapidly; at the end of the month it had grown as heavy, if not heavier, than the last Star Fleet officer who had defied the unwritten rule at Star Fleet and grew a beard, Lieutenant Will Riker. "But Captain, this isn't a restaurant," Eddington protested gently. "My hairy paws won't be coming into contact with anyone's entree, so what's the problem?" "Well, you *do* have a point," Sisko conceded. "But for professional reasons, Star Fleet has decided..." "Captain," Eddington said, "If you want me to shave, I'll do it. Willingly. After all, I'm on *your* station." He sighed. "I honestly didn't think it would cause a problem." "It isn't *exactly* a problem," Sisko said. "It's just that it's so ... *noticeable*, and you're the *only* one to have one aboard the station. Hell, perhaps the entire quadrant for all *I* know ... " Eddington grinned. "I've always admired the hairstyles of the Victorians. And believe me," he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "if it weren't for the hairline, I wouldn't *have* to grow it now." Sisko suddenly understood. "Oh, I get it. So the beard is some kind of compensation or something?" Eddington nodded. "What's the matter with losing your hair? As you can see, Commander..." Sisko said as he demonstratively stroked his own bald head, "...it *really* saves a lot of time in the morning." "Well, maybe for you," Eddington said, "but as for *me*, I *like* my beard. To hell with the hairline. " He sighed again. "I'll take it off if you'd like, Captain." Then in a tone of voice which couldn't hide his meaning, he lowered his voice and said, "I'll do just about anything you want." Sisko blinked. A moment later he patted Eddington's shoulder. "For the time being, if it makes you feel more *masculine*, more of a *real* man...keep it! Though I'll tell you something...Kasidy *loves* playing with my head now that I'm letting it stand so naked..." "Well," Eddington said, "I'll let my beard do the attracting." "As you wish," Sisko said. "All right, Commander ... give me the rundown on your briefing with Odo..." --- Kasidy came hard that night and, as they lay there in the blissful afterglow, she said languorously, "Mmm ... I think it's *sooo* sexy ..." Sisko grinned and kissed her neck. "I know it is," he said. "It's called 'The Buck'. Nog told me *all* about it. It's all the rage at the Academy and the female Cadets *love* it ..." Kasidy raised herself. "No, I'm not talking about your perverted Kama Sutra positions! I'm talking about Eddington's beard." Sisko stiffened. "Oh?" "Uh huh. Kinda brownish-red. *Very* distinguished." She nuzzled closer to Sisko. "And *very* attractive." Sisko didn't want to seem jealous, but couldn't stop himself from hiding his curiosity. "Is that right? Well, I can't see it." He leaned close and nibbled at her neck. "But enough about him," he said in a low purr of delight. He alternately licked and nibbled. She moaned softly at Sisko's warm tongue. Then he said, "Besides, Kass ... it goes against the unwritten rule ..." "Oh?" Sisko nodded. "Take a good look, my dear," he said, low and sexily. "Because it's coming off the day after tomorrow." Kasidy suddenly straightened and gave Sisko a hard look. "You can't do that!" she exclaimed. Sisko raised a curious eyebrow. "Can't I?" Kasidy gave him a half-smirk. "Not if you want to keep putting me into the Buck, you can't ..." "Oh, I see," Sisko said. "You're going to blackmail me." He grinned at her, but wondered if she was actually being serious. "That's sexual treason, Kass ... and you *know* it ..." Kasidy chuckled and eased back into Sisko's arms. "Oh, don't be so sensitive, Ben. I'm only teasing ..." They made love again later that night, and Kasidy came explosively hard once more. But as Sisko took his shower, he couldn't stop thinking about the way Kasidy offhandedly spoke about her attraction to Eddington's beard. Under the sonic shower, Sisko began to wonder ... --- Eddington had been in surreptitious contact with the Maquis resistance cell on Delta Gamma Prime, a refugee colony near the border of the DMZ. Tolkla was saying, "She's made several trips to the Badlands over the last six months ..." Eddington went, "Hmm ... I wonder how she can help us ... " Tolkla said, "One of these days, she's going to go too far, and when she does ... " Eddington thoughtfully stroked his beard. "Actually, maybe I shouldn't concern myself too much with Kasidy Yeats," he said. "She's just a tool, a low-level kind of traitor." Tolkla smiled. "Unlike *you,* I suppose. You1re more like a *high* level traitor, right?" Eddington bristled. "What did you just say?" Tolkla swallowed hard. "Don't ever let me hear you speak to me like that again, or I'll cut your ass-licking tongue out." He paused and the hint of a frown wrinkled his brow. "Are we understood?" Tolkla nodded in obeisance. "Yes, sir." "Good," Eddington said. He pondered aloud once more. "It's *him* who's the problem." "Captain Sisko?" "That's right," he said. "He knows nothing about Kasidy and the Maquis and *she* knows nothing about *me.* Now, all that would have to happen is for him to catch her in the act..." Tolkla's face went into a cunning half-smile. "Yes ... I think I understand. If he could be lured off the station in pursuit of her ... " "... I could seize command from Major Kira, and then ... the Station would be *ours!*" The two men exchanged wickedly cunning chuckles. Then Eddington suddenly sighed. "What's wrong, Sir?" Tolkla asked, suddenly alarmed. "Oh ... nothing," Eddington said wistfully, stroking his beard. "I just wonder how far the Captain will go to pursue what he wants ..." Tolkla looked puzzled. "Sir?" he asked. Eddington absentmindedly stroked his lush beard once more, thinking of the way Sisko looked at him the previous morning. "I wonder what could *possibly* be on his mind?" he mused aloud, letting out a low, devious chuckle ... --- Odo had just dropped a bombshell; Eddington blinked in surprise. ... Or at least he made it *seem* as if he were surprised. In the most incredulous, dissimulating voice he could muster, Eddington said, "Just what are you *saying,* Odo?" Odo cleared his throat. It wasn't going to be easy saying what he was about to say. "What I'm saying," he said slowly, in his gruff, lugubrious voice, "is that the evidence is undeniable, and that I can prove beyond *any* doubt that ..." He paused. Eddington tried not to break into a smile; he found Odo's hesitance exaggerated in light of his own foreknowledge of what the Constable would say. "... Kasidy Yeats is a smuggler for the Maquis." Eddington shook his head in disbelief, and he thought he did it quite convincingly. "Constable, that's ... that's ...*unbelievable!*" Odo only nodded. "My officers have just found traces of a warp signature on her cargo vessel which indicate that it had recently ventured into the Badlands." "Well," Eddington said, thoughtfully stroking the beard, "I suppose she's sending the Maquis secret information about Captain Sisko." Odo noticed Eddington's unconscious gesture. "You're pretty damned proud of that beard, aren't you, Commander?" Eddington smiled. "I suppose people around here *really* notice it, huh?" he said with a smile. "Yes they do," Odo conceded. "Particularly the Captain." The subject had suddenly shifted from Kasidy, and Eddington didn't mind the route the conversation was now taking. "Is that so?" Odo nodded. "He's not sure whether or not to make you shave it off, or leave it on." He paused at Eddington's quizzically raised eyebrow. "It would appear that Kasidy would like you to keep it, whereas the Captain feels that it goes against the unwritten Federation rule regarding matters of personal grooming." Eddington went, "Hm," to himself and once more stroked the rich bushy beard. "This is a touchy situation for me, Constable. On the one hand, the Captain wants it off, but if it goes, then ..." He trailed off, and grinned knowingly. Odo nodded. "That's right," he said. " ... If the beard goes, then so does his love life ..." Eddington finished. Odo guffawed, and it sounded to Eddington like a grunt. "Looks like there's a lot riding on your ultimate decision, Commander." He paused. "If it comes off, and the Captain breaks up with Kasidy, well, then, she might *never* want to come to the station again." "And then we'll have no means of capturing her," Eddington said. "But if I leave it on, the Captain would get so jealous that he'd probably change his mind and not put me up for the promotion." "He might even drive *you* off the station," Odo said. "He can be a *very* jealous man when he wants to be, you know." Eddington went "Hm," again and toyed at his face-fur. He thought about Odo's offhanded comment about Sisko finding the beard attractive. He tried not to smile as he said, "*very* touchy situation, in deed..." --- It was Kasidy's idea that the three of them take in a major league baseball game on the holo-deck. She and Sisko were die-hard fans, and Eddington had several times been invited to join Benjamin on the holodeck to watch a game with him. But it had purely been a 'mans' night out. But tonight, Kasidy couldn't be dissuaded; when she heard about Ben's night at the ballgame with Eddington, she boldly invited herself along, and Sisko sighed helplessly. Never would Benjamin or Eddington have considered inviting Kasidy along to their baseball nights, so *this* night had a peculiar, electric tingle which the three of them couldn't deny. They tried not to notice the tension and tried their best to enjoy the game. Benjamin sat between Kasidy and Eddington, keeping the two of them in his sights. Even so, Kasidy occasionally managed, when Benjamin rose to cheer an astonishing play, or a home-run hit, to throw Eddington a steamy look of pure animal lust, licking her lips salaciously. Eddington could only blink in astonishment at her outrageous brazenness, and was surprised that Benjamin couldn't see what she was up to. It was during the sixth inning that a lag had come in the proceedings. The teams had been at a tie for nearly an inning and a half and the unusual tedium the game had taken was occasionally punctuated with moments of near-excitement; many times, what looked like a home run turned out to be an out, or a triple. At one lull in the game, Sisko let out a deep sigh of disappointment. He had been keeping one eye on Kasidy, the other on Eddington, and he could see nothing at all to worry about. It had been obvious to him from virtually the beginning that Kass was only kidding about her attraction to Eddington's beard ... he was unable to detect any indication that his Chief of Security was a threat to his relationship with Kasidy. So after his prolonged yawn, Sisko turned to Eddington and offered an apology. "I guess Quark gave us the wrong program," he said darkly. "This was supposed to be one for the history books." "Well, Quark can't always be trusted, can he, Ben?" Eddington asked. Kasidy tried to stifled a gasp, and her eyebrows flickered upward in quick surprise at Eddington's sudden familiarity with his commanding officer ... but she said nothing. Sisko patted Kasidy affectionately on the knee and rose. "I'm going to get something to eat. Want anything?" he asked them. "A beer," Eddington said. "Two hot dogs, with the works," Kasidy said. Sisko smiled. "Good." Then he said ironically, indicating the lackluster game in progress, "Enjoy yourselves," and left with a chuckle. For the longest of seconds, Kasidy said absolutely nothing to Eddington, who appeared to watch the game with a suddenly increased interest. "Oh, will you look at that," Eddington said aloud, not looking from the field. "That was a foul!" Kasidy sidled up closer to Eddington. She stared into his face and her lips went into a small, wicked smile. "A foul, huh?" she said. Eddington ignored her and leaned closer to the game. The pitcher threw a curve ball. "Ooo!" Eddington let out, "Strike one!" Kasidy didn't take her eyes from Eddington, but ran a firm hand along his thigh. "Hmm, " she cooed. "A strike, huh?" Eddington shifted away from her again and leaned even closer to the game. He cleared his throat lightly. The batter hit the ball and the crack of the bat was like a gunshot. The ball went flying high over the stadium and the crowd went wild. Finally, thought Eddington, after so much tedium, a moment of true excitement. Eddington gave a quick sigh of relief, then leapt to his feet and cried, "Yes!" Kasidy looked up,startled, then grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him back down into his seat. "Yes, huh?" Kasidy said. Sexily, she asked, "'Yes', what, Michael?" Then she let all her inhibition go as she reached up, looked deep into his eyes and stroked the thick beard. She let out a long sigh. Eddington was thunderstruck. He felt as if he had been suddenly struck by a white-hot bolt of lightning. "Kasidy!" he cried. As the crowd went wild around them, cheering with mad abandon at the homerun hit, Kasidy pulled Eddington's lips onto hers and gave him a heated kiss. When she broke off, she went, "mmm, just as I expected." Eddington broke the kiss and moved further away from her on the bench. He was sputtering, his eyes bulging in utter surprise. It was all he could do to say, "What do you think you're *doing,* Miss Yeats?" Kasidy sucked her teeth. She lowered her voice. "There's no need to be so formal, Michael," she said huskily. "Just call me Kass, OK? You know, I've been wanting Benjamin to get the two of us alone together all day just so I could stroke that sexy beard you've got ..." Eddington immediately understood. He realized that all Odo had guessed about Kasidy and Benjamin was utterly true. But Eddington had his own plans. He felt that it was now time to set them in motion. "Uh, Kasidy ... don't you know that the captain wants me to shave it off?" She nodded. "But I won't let him do that." she moved close again. Her breath was hot, and her voice was sultry as she murmured against his ear, "Because *I* like it ..." She ran a hand across his face, over his forehead and delicately ran a finger along his receding hairline before once again cupping his beard in her hot hand and drawing him close for another kiss. When he felt her tongue starting to enter his mouth, he abruptly tore away and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away from him by arm's length. He could feel the strength of her torrid passionate lust in his hands, and he almost regretted what he had to say. (He had a mad thought and said to himself that if she weren't the Captain's girl, he might1ve taken her right then and there in the stands.) But for some reason, the lie came easily. "Kasidy," he said softly, "there's something I need to tell you." He gave a brief sputtering cough. "I'm ... Uh ... I'm a homosexual ..." Kasidy blinked in complete surprise and embarrassment. She moved quickly away. "You're a *what?*" she gasped. Eddington tried to look convincing as he nodded. "I'm not in the *least* interested in turning women on. I thought the beard would only attract other *men* ..." Kasidy looked crestfallen. Eddington's brief smirk of self- satisfaction flickered across his face imperceptibly; Kasidy didn't catch it. Eddington once again complimented himself on his skillfully deceptive performance. Emboldened, he continued, "I thought that growing the beard would keep certain people *away* from me, not the other way around," he explained. "And now look at what I've done!" He began to look very, very ashamed of himself. He said in an almost pitiful moan, "I've gone and sexually excited my Captain's girlfriend! How could I have *done* such a thing?" He put his elbows on his thighs and put his face in his hands. He feigned at being devastated. He shook his head in utter sadness. "If the Captain ever finds out ..." Kasidy took immediate pity. "Oh, Michael," she said softly, patting his shoulder. "I didn't realize ..." Eddington gave a brief sob. He thought it sounded quite authentic, because Kasidy leaned close and put her arm around him. "Hey," she said. "It's all right." Her touch felt completely different this time. Before, she had touched him with a burning, feral lust; but now her embrace was tenderly consoling and full of compassion. Drunk on his deception, he broke away from her again and said in a strongly determined voice, "I've got to shave it off! I've got to get rid of it! Before this happens again! My God ... who knows how many unsuspecting women I've been unintentionally turning on with this damned beard ..." Kasidy nodded in understanding. "Yes, of course, Michael," she said softly. "You *should* shave it off, if it's going to get you so upset and hurt you like this ..." Eddington gave another brief sob, and inwardly chuckled. He thought that he was getting to be quite good at this kind of thing. Little did *she* know how good he was. He was, after all, the leader of the Maquis, of which she was herself *also* a surreptitious member. But now was *no* time to gloat over his double-triumph. Now that he had gotten Kasidy off his jockstrap it was time to get Sisko *onto* it... Sisko at that moment returned with his hands full of snacks. He could tell at a glance that both Kasidy *and* Eddington had been *through* something, but pretended not to notice. Kass and Eddington had made room for Sisko and he sat between them. With a grin he asked, "What did I miss?" Kasidy said, in a sad-sounding voice, "The Yanks hit a home run." Eddington's voice was also morose as he said, "It was *very* exciting." Sisko looked briefly puzzled. but said cheerfully, "Damn! The one time I leave this boring game and something *interesting* happens." "Yes," Kasidy said sadly. Eddington sighed. Sisko threw them both a quick, quizzical look, then passed them their food. He patted Kasidy's thigh. She gave him a wan smile as she bit into her hot dog. She bit into it without tasting it. "Well," Sisko asked, "is it good?" Eddington took a deep swig of his beer. "Yes," he said in a dispirited tone. The game continued with silence between them for a few brief minutes. The previous level of tedium had returned. The game limped along and at long last Kasidy couldn't take anymore. "Excuse me, Ben," she said quickly, "but I've suddenly remembered that I've got to check my cargo manifold." "What?" Sisko said, startled. "But the game is almost over." "I know, Ben, but I *completely* forgot," she said. "Sorry, gotta run." And with that she darted out of the stands and left Eddington and Sisko to watch the game alone. Finally! Eddington said to himself as Sisko faced him with a look of complete bewilderment. "My God," Sisko said in quizzical surprise. "What was *that* all about?" His brow flickered briefly into suspicion. "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you two were up to something." Eddington lowered his head and sighed. "Well, Captain, I'm afraid I just hurt her feelings." Sisko raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" Eddington nodded. "I had to tell her the truth about the beard." Sisko leaned closer, the look of puzzlement deepening. "The truth? What would *that* be?" Eddington sighed. "That I was going to shave it off." He sighed again. "When I realized that you *really* didn't want me to have it, I told her that it was coming off. And for some reason ..." he sighed once more. "... It got her *very* upset." "Oh," Sisko said, "But I thought we had reached an agreement." "Did we?" Sisko placed a hand on Eddington's thigh. He said softly, "You said you'd do anything I want, remember? Well ..." He paused. "... I *don't* want you to shave it off." Eddington pretended to protest. "But the unwritten rule ..." "That is," Sisko continued, "not *yet,* anyway." As Sisko's hand moved up Eddington's leg and the look of pure desire filled Sisko's gaze, Eddington feigned at growing flustered. He sputtered, "Captain! But ... but ... what about Kasidy?" "Oh, don't worry about Kass," Sisko said low and sensually. "If it weren't for *her,* I never would've taken much interest in it in the *first* place." Eddington's mouth went into a small "O" of surprise. "I see. So the two of you have been talking about me, huh?" Sisko nodded. "That's right, Mister Eddington." To punctuate his words, he gave a hard squeeze to Eddington's knee. "She mentioned you at an extremely delicate moment." He paused. "And she made me *very* curious." The two men sat and stared, for a long, lingering moment, into each other's eyes. Once more, Eddington had to suppress a devious chuckle. His mischievous plan was working brilliantly, he thought. He decided to play his role to the hilt. As Sisko's impetuous hand roamed further up Eddington's pants and finally landed on the bulge which had suddenly sprung up there, Eddington let out a long sigh of benign acquiescence and said, "I suppose you won't take 'no' for an answer, will you?" " Sisko shook his head, leaning closer. "No," he said with a wicked smile. Eddington shrugged his shoulders and tried to look defeated. "All right, Captain. I'll *give* you what you want... *me!*" And as the ballgame ended, Sisko had Eddington locked in a deep, deep kiss. --- From the Personal Log of Michael Eddington: --- The plan had worked brilliantly. Both of them had been so distracted with the beard that they had no clue about me. I can just imagine what Ben is telling Kass right this minute about where he was going for the evening. Even better than that -- I wonder what Kass told Ben about his Chief of Security being a homosexual. So now Sisko thinks I'm gay. And Kass thinks I'm scared of women. And the *two* of them have no idea that I happen to be the head of the Maquis. Oh, I'm such a *naughty* boy ... --- Eddington looked at himself in the mirror and gave himself a self-satisfied smirk of triumph. For such a devious man, he told himself, he was indeed devilishly good looking with the new beard. He stroked it tenderly. It accentuated his usually nondescript features and the chestnut beard made a strong contrast with the pale whiteness of his skin. His look melted into a wistful expression for a moment when he realized that tonight would probably be the last night he would ever wear it. His gaze moved upward in the mirror. There it was -- the brow, the plateau of his receding hairline. He smirked at himself once again, thinking that he was certainly more handsome with the beard -- - a compensation for the departing hairline. He raised his eyebrows in another appreciative self-assessment. He couldn't stop his grin -- How expressive! he almost said aloud. So many subtle nuances of emotion could be contained in that gesture ... Then the doorbell sounded. Eddington tore himself away from his reflection and turned to welcome Sisko with a grin. So now it begins Eddington thought. But even that thought had barely been complete when Sisko stepped up to him, put his hand around the back of his neck and pulled him close for a long, deep kiss. A moment later, when Sisko broke off, the two men breathed deeply and fixed each other with penetrating and lust-filled gazes. "Mister Eddington," Sisko said in a low husky voice, "I have only one question." He paused. "Why did you *really* grow the beard?" Eddington demurred, although from the look they gave each other it was utterly unnecessary to be coy at this point. Eddington said slowly, "Would knowing my personal reasons make any difference?" "No," Sisko said, matching the pseudo-acquiescent tone, "I don't suppose it will." Eddington's glance flickered briefly down to Sisko's crotch, and he could see that the Captain was ready. *More* than ready. "Well, let's table that for now," Eddington said, grabbing at Sisko's pants and deftly unzipping his fly with one quick flick of his wrist. The Captain's thick rod jumped out at him and Eddington, overcome with the sight, dropped to his knees and took him in his mouth. Sisko let out a low, deep, purring moan of primal satisfaction, putting his hands around Eddington's head. He let his thumbs brush over the receding hairline as he thrust into Eddington's bearded face with slow, deep strokes. Michael fell into the strength of Ben's hands on his head and raised his eyebrows, making the encroaching dome of his forehead into waves. Ben looked down at him and his wrinkled forehead. "Mmm," he sighed in his deep voice, "I just *love* seeing you do that." Michael kept up with his expert sucking, feeling Ben's rod grow harder in his mouth, sensing his mounting orgasm. But a moment before Ben reached climax, he lifted Michael off the floor and began to feverishly strip his clothes off. Michael just grinned at him as he watched his clothes vanishing piece by piece under Ben's strong, urgent hand. He only had time to breathe a low, sensual "Ben ..." before the Captain spun him around, put his arms around him and held him tightly,thrusting urgently against Michael's buns. In this position, Ben bit lightly into Michael's neck, moaning all the while and running his hands over the chestnut tangle of his short chest hair and down to the massive business of his crotch. Michael leaned back against Ben's strong embrace, giving himself over completely to his Captain as Ben's deep moans of pleasure fell sensually upon his ears. Michael pushed himself against Ben, feeling the stiffness of his prick and the moistness of his pre-cum against his buns. Ben's hands roamed down to surround Michael's stiff uncircumcised cock, which was likewise slick with his lovejuice. As Ben sucked his neck, harder and harder, he slowly stroked Michael's rock-hard prick. Ben knew how to handle an uncut cock and worked with a quiet, intense deliberation at bringing Michael ever closer to the brink with his slow strokes. The men, pressing and grinding against each other for a long moment, finally broke off and Michael turned around to face Ben with a smile. Ben smiled back, and in a moment Michael had his tongue deep down Ben's throat. Ben rapidly got out of the rest of his clothes, and the two naked men pressed their bodies against each other's and kissed and pressed hard into the other, their hands running like uncaged animals across each other's bodies. The sweat began to pour the longer they ground against one another, and their kiss had lasted for countless minutes before Ben, maddened with pleasure, once more spun Michael around. In one deft, blinding movement he slickened up his hand, moistened his cock, bent Michael over and thrust his manhood all the way home. Michael released a long, deep groan and managed to gasp, "Yes, captain!" and in a moment Ben began fucking him with hard, deep thrusts. Ben dove into him with a burning intensity that contained pure, raw strength and an overwhelming tenderness, as if something on the verge of shattering the two of them into pieces were being held back under a strict, rigid control. Ben's grip on Michael's shoulders grew harder as he began letting out heated grunts of delight. He thrust hard,quick and deep, and before he felt himself explode he pushed against Michael's body and moved him up against the wall. "Yes, Ben," Eddington gasped, pinned against the wall by Ben's overpowering strength, "Don't stop ..." "I don't want to stop," Ben managed to let out before he increased his rhythm and began letting all his inhibitions go. For a moment Ben grew concerned: after all, Michael had about nine inches of rock-hard Sisko cock inside him. "Can you take this?" Ben said softly with passionate concern. Michael didn't speak, but only rapidly gave a quick nod of his head. Ben slowed for a moment. "All right, Mister Eddington," he said slowly before seizing Michael with all his might and pumping furiously into him. Michael rode him like an expert, pushing back into him with his own weight, matching Ben's merciless pumping thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. Ben's moans of excitement grew louder and higher. Ben's body pressed tightly against Michael's, and Michael's behind riding him in perfect synch made their sweat mingle and start to pour onto the floor beneath them. Both men pumped against one another in utter abandon, grinding themselves against each other in heated, strenuous abandon. Ben's fingernails dug into Michael's shoulders and he let out what seemed like a roar as he unleashed his enormous, copious load. Michael felt Ben's thick cock spasming inside him and it seemed as though its force would tear him a new asshole. Ben finally collapsed against him, leaning his elbows against the wall and laying his chin against Michael's shoulder. Michael let out a long rapturous sigh. "Mmm," he let out softly, "I'll serve under *you* anyday, Captain," he said. Ben ran a flurry of soft, light kisses against Michael's neck and shoulder, flicking his tongue briefly over the sizable red welt his lips and teeth had produced. Ben let out a deep chuckle. "Thank goodness for the uniform," Sisko said. "No one will ever be able to see the *hickey* I just gave you." Michael, for a moment, went rigid with surprise. Ben thought that maybe he had grown uncomfortable, so slowly withdrew himself from Michael's tight hole. He turned around to look at the Captain, then said banteringly, "Well, that's something that *I* can't do with *you.*" Sisko feigned at being incensed. He said, grinning, "Oh? And what is *that* supposed to mean, Commander? Are you attempting to make some sort of 'racial slur'?" Eddington gave a little smirk as Sisko walked him, hand in hand, to the bed. They lay against each other, the sweat cooling their skin, although they could still feel the heat of their desire still thrilling against their bodies. Eddington gave a brief chuckle and ran a hand down Sisko's smooth dark chest. "Oh, come on, Ben. You know you'd like it." Sisko once again feigned ignorance. "Excuse me, Mister Eddington. But I don't know *what* you're talking about." Eddington raised himself up on one elbow and looked into Sisko's eyes. "Oh, come on, Ben. I can see it in your eyes. It's this thing about you Sisko Men." Now Sisko grew downright curious. He said slowly, "Us Sisko Men?" Eddington nodded. "Sure, Ben. You and Jake ..." "What about Jake?" Eddington just couldn't believe the Captain's cluelessness. "Must I spell it out for you?" He sighed. "All right, I guess I *have* to." He paused. "Jake and his little Ferengi friend ... what's his name? Hog?" Sisko got it right away. He laughed a little, knowing that Eddington was only jesting with him. He warned with mock seriousness, "Oh no, Mister Eddington. You don't want to go *there* ..." "Oh, maybe *I* wouldn't want to. But I'm sure that little *hog* has," Eddington said. "You're unbelievable!" Sisko let out, although he himself had *always* wondered just what Jake and Nog were up to in their quarters after hours. But he didn't let on with Eddington that the thought had *indeed* crossed his mind, more than once. ""Are you trying to say that *my son* is some kind of ..." He paused to find the right words. "...perverted ass fucker?" Eddington shook his head. "Oh, no, no, no," Eddington said quickly, "Quite the opposite. Like his father," he said slowly, with intension, "I'm sure that Jake is the one who would be most suited for being on the receiving end ..." He let his insinuation trail off as he ran a hand down Sisko's strong hard chest. He grinned. "It's something about you Sisko men," Eddington cooed. "You're just ... so *fuckable* ....." Suddenly Sisko gave Eddington a light but sharp slap, then raised a cautionary finger. "Watch it, Mister Eddington," Sisko admonished. "Or someone might *hurt* you." Eddington wasn't intimidated. With a smirk, he slapped Sisko back. On his bald head. The sound of the slap was like a little gunshot in the room. Sisko acted surprised. "Oh, so you wanna play mean, huh?" he challenged. "Well, if it's a fight you want, Mister,I will *give* you one." Before Eddington could even breathe, the Captain was on top of him, pinning him down by the shoulders, with all his weight pressing against him. Sisko was grinning, and his limp cock began to stir against Eddington's thigh. Eddington himself grew immediately aroused, and he quickly recovered from the surprise attack and suddenly found his strength. He grabbed Sisko's shoulders and began pushing him away. His face went into a mocking sneer as he said, "I hope you're ready to finish what you started!" The two of them wrestled each other for a moment. Sisko was stronger, but Eddington was a wily opponent and wriggled and squirmed against him with all his might until the two of them were once again covered with sweat. Several times, Eddington curled his hands into fists and pounded against Sisko's hard, rocklike chest, and Sisko likewise returned the blows, landing hard slaps on his shoulders and across his stomach. Eddington was like a tiger who wasn't going to be caught without a fight, and Sisko realized that Eddington was not going to be bested. The man's determination in their playful wrestling match filled Sisko with delight -- although it was obvious to the two of them that he could've knocked Eddington out with one punch, if it had come to that. He couldn't help himself from revelling in the thrilling sensation of both their bodies twisting against each other in a heated struggle of supremacy and power. Their writhing bodies were streaked with sweat and they struggled against each other in a powerful dance of unleashed serpentine energy. Eddington was grinning broadly at the look the captain was giving him and moved his lips up to kiss him. Sisko met him halfway and fell onto him, their lips crushing together. Eddington's tongue flew into Sisko's mouth and the men moaned aloud as their hands ran feverishly around one another's faces. With their bodies pinned, their lips locked together, and their hardening cocks beginning to drip, Sisko allowed himself to be conquered and relaxed himself just enough to let Eddington overpower him. Eddington cried, "A ha!" as he rolled Sisko onto his back and fell on top of him. "I've got you now," he said in a tight, triumphant voice and held him down and looked into his eyes. Sisko said, in a childish, fearful voice, "Oh my God! What are you going to *do* to me?" Eddington said with playful cruelty, "I'm going to *give* you what you want." He adjusted himself and moved down on Sisko's body so that he could pry his legs apart with his urgent grip and threw both of Sisko's legs over his shoulders. He quickly slathered up his hand and moistened his cock. He rapidly found the Captain's tight hole with an eager finger and, in one hard burning lunge he drove into him, all the way up to the hilt. Benjamin gasped and threw his head back against the head of the bed as Michael released a long drawn-out sigh of content. --- Unfinished 14 Feb - 15 Aug 97