The BLTS Archive - Ship Tales:
Not A Stranger
by Dale (valioffire@yahoo.com)

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Beta: Mary Kay

Disclaimer: Others own Star Trek. I play with their toys.

Author's Note: For Maximum, Ship Tales request. Okay, I blew
the word count out the airlock. You could get Kirk to spank
me!

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An unknown fog filled his room while Sulu slumbered
restlessly. Hands caressing his bare flank brought him
quickly to alert. His words of protest were stopped by a gag
suddenly being thrust into his mouth. A few precious seconds
went by as he struggled. Before realization hit, he was
handcuffed to a chain attached to a suction hook on the wall
above his bunk.

Looking into his own eyes above him his horror magnified. It
had to be a trick of his eyes. The fabric of his clothes was
different. Why was someone wearing a costume knock off of
his uniform? The man's aura was menacingly dark, like a
black cat prowling. All other impressions fled as the
caresses increased, seeking out and finding his most
sensitive spots. Hungry, sensuous needs soon engulfed him.

He stumbled shakily to the corridor, desperate to flee that
room.

"Mister Sulu?" the captain's voice flashed through his
terror. "Hikaru, what the hell happened? Let's get you to
your quarters, I'll call McCoy."

"No... just a dream. It had to be," he mumbled.

Kirk led him to his bunk, and left, returning with a damp
cloth. "Here, this will help." He gently wiped the troubled
brow, relieved to see a calming gaze in Sulu's eyes. "Do you
want to talk about it?"

Sulu shook his head, still lost in a haze. "I'm not sure...
how to explain it. I was attacked. He... came to my bed.
Only it wasn't a stranger." Meeting his captain's eyes he
almost choked on his words, "It was me... I attacked
myself."

"What?" Concerned, the captain started to reach for the
intercom, he wanted to call Bones. But Sulu grabbed his arm.

"No… it's okay. Just a dream," his voice shook but regained
strength. "I'm alright." The captain's eyes reflected
disbelief. Sitting up, Sulu took a deep breath, and tried to
focus his thoughts. Realizing he was naked, a dark blush
spread across his cheeks.

Seeing his distress the captain picked the sheet off the
floor and covered him. "I want to know what caused this.
What do you mean you attacked yourself?"

Sulu relayed part of his dream, concentrating on the initial
attack and not the feel of his own body... entering him. "It's
silly." He looked at his captain and tried to apologize for
making an idiot of himself. "I... I don't understand. If I'm
going to dream about myself, why the scar?"

"Scar?" Kirk asked forcibly.

"Yeah, an ugly one." Sulu's finger rubbed over the location
the mark had appeared on the other.

With a shiver, Kirk lowered his head and focused on a gold
scarf lying crumpled on the floor. "Impossible," he mumbled.
Meeting the dark inquisitive eyes, he smiled nervously.

"I have a story for you, Hikaru, the type nightmares are
made of."

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The End