The BLTS Archive- All Tied Up and No Place To Go
by Deanna (sweetsorcery@yahoo.com)

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Setting: during the episode "The Magnificent Ferengi"

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters and settings of this story.
I doubt they'd want the rest of it anyway...  I won't make profit from
it, I don't mean to infringe and I don't want it archived anywhere
besides the ASC and Slash Archives!

Feedback: If you wish to tell me that a Vorta wouldn't have sex with a
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ahead!

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"You watch him, Brunt!" Quark called out to the former FCA liquidator.

"Why me?" Brunt replied, looking at the Vorta with concern. "I don't
trust him!"

"Nobody does. It's the way he likes it." Quark was quickly beginning
to tire of Brunt's cowardice. He would even have preferred his usual
arrogance. Sighing, he explained, "We have to take turns watching him
and you might as well start."

Brunt straightened out, realizing he was sniveling like a baby.
"Alright, and just because you don't think I can, I will." He turned
to Keevan and grabbed his arm, pulling him along towards the store 
room just off the infirmary. "You - come with me."

Keevan smiled. This one would be so easy...

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Four hours could be a long time if one spent it silently staring at a
dangerous and beautiful prisoner. What made matters worse, Keevan had
nothing to lose. If he didn't escape, he would be killed. And if he
tried and failed, things still would turn out the same way. Brunt was
uncomfortably aware of this. And of the Vorta's unfaltering gaze
focused on him. "What are you staring at?" he snapped.

"You, Ferengi." Keevan's expression remained blank and unreadable.

"Why?" Brunt began to worry.

"Because, to be perfectly honest, there is nothing else to look at."
Keevan twisted his wrists in the cuffs, trying to relax them.

Brunt jumped and pointed his phaser at the Vorta. "Don't move!" he
shrieked.

Keevan smiled. "I wouldn't dare try to escape with *you* watching over
me."  His voice was laden with sarcasm.

Even so, Brunt relaxed a little. Not that he believed Keevan for a
minute. But what could a tied-up Vorta do? What was more, what could
one do with a tied-up Vorta? Where had that come from? Brunt shook
himself, as if trying to keep from falling asleep, but in reality, he 
was trying to shake off those kinds of thoughts.

"Tired?" Keevan asked softly. He was aware that none of the Ferengi
had gotten any sleep on the trip here and he knew that sooner or 
later, that would make them drowsy and slower to react.

Brunt inhaled deeply. "Just a little. Thanks for asking."

Keevan shrugged and returned to staring at him blankly and in silence.

After a few more minutes of that, Brunt couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop that right now or I'll shoot you!"

"No, you won't," Keevan stated confidently.  "You can hardly shoot a
valuable prisoner for looking at you. You need me, don't forget."

How could he? The Vorta was their only chance to get off this cursed
station alive. Brunt nodded and lowered his phaser back to the ground.
He had to be careful. If he got too sleepy, it would be easy for
Keevan to take the phaser off him. Handcuffed or not. He was cunning. 
And ruthless. And quite intoxicating.

"Oh wonderful. Three and a half more hours," Brunt sighed after a
hasty glance at his latinum-plated pocket watch.

"And then what?" Keevan asked.

"And then I get to have some sleep and someone else has to sit in here
with you." Time couldn't pass quickly enough.

"I take it you don't like my company." Keevan smiled, knowing very
well that was not the problem.

Brunt was taken aback. "Well, yes. I mean... no, not really. I'm
tired, and I'd like to get some rest..."

"... from keeping the phaser pointed at me or from sharing such a
small space with me?"

The Ferengi gaped at his prisoner. When he finally regained his wits,
he barked, "What do you mean?"

"I think we both know what I mean." The Vorta sighed and shifted a
little, trying to get more leg room. His boots barely touched Brunt's,
but the Ferengi was so on edge, he jumped at the brief contact. "Do I
make you nervous?" Keevan inquired.

"No!" Brunt exclaimed quickly. Of course Keevan made him nervous. And
not just because he could be expected to seize the first opportunity
to knock him over the head with a heavy object and steal his ship.

"If you would like to take a nap, I promise I won't escape," the Vorta
said softly, enjoying the confusion on the Ferengi's face. For a
moment, it looked as if he actually believed him. They never learned!

It did indeed take Brunt a short while to realize he was being had.
The Vorta looked so sincere when he'd said that. What was he thinking?
Keevan was no more sincere than he himself was short of latinum. He
grinned. "I'm sure you wouldn't. But I think I'll pass on the offer
anyway."

"As you wish." Keevan playfully stretched his arms and yawned. "You
don't mind if I sleep then?"

"Again?" Brunt asked incredulously. "You slept all the way here."

Keevan settled back against some old rugs that were piled up on the
floor and against the wall before answering. "To be perfectly honest
with you, I'm bored."

Brunt couldn't believe how calm his prisoner was. "Bored?" he asked.
"You know you're going to be killed shortly by your own people and the
only thing you feel is boredom?" The Vorta really were rather
different from Ferengi, that much was certain.

Keevan turned on his side, facing Brunt. "It still remains to be seen
whether we won't all be equally dead in a few hours from now. In the
meantime, there's nothing I can do about it, so why worry?"

Brunt became even more nervous. "Why do you have to keep saying that?"

"Why worry?" Keevan asked.

"No, that we'll all be dead soon." Brunt sighed in exasperation.

"Because that is most likely what will happen. When the Dominion take
a
prisoner, they're not in the habit of letting them go again. There's
no
reason to believe they'll make an exception for an old Ferengi woman."

"They might..." Brunt said weakly. Keevan's only comment was another

---

The only thing that still kept Brunt awake an hour later was watching
Keevan. The Vorta's distracting blue eyes were closed in sleep, but
there was plenty left to look at. Brunt had discovered how very
attracted he was to the Vorta in general back on Deep Space Nine when
he'd come across a holopic of Weyoun. What incredibly sensual
creatures they were... and they didn't even know it. Or did they?

This one right here in front of him was particularly problematic. His
lobes hadn't stopped tingling since Quark had first brought him on
board his ship. He had peeked around the corner at him then too, 
watching him sleep. Watching those long lashes rest on his cheeks and 
those pouty lips half-open... And now it was back to that. Brunt 
sighed.

"I should probably tell you that I am awake." Keevan moved and opened
his eyes.

The Ferengi jolted. "Oh!"

Moving into a more sitting position, Keevan leant back against the
wall. "I told you earlier there was nothing to look at in here." When 
he sensed Brunt's discomfort, he continued, "Besides me. And you've 
done a lot of that, haven't you?"

"Well..." Brunt began, his voice high-pitched and nervous. But when
the Vorta smiled, he realized he wasn't being reprimanded. He 
chuckled. "Yes."

Keevan pulled one leg up against himself, leaving the other one
stretched out. He extended his cuffed hands to rest in his lap. The
movement had the sole purpose of drawing the Ferengi's focus to his
groin. "I don't mind."

"Mind?" Brunt was seriously distracted. "Mind what?"

"Mind you looking at me. I've gotten used to that. The guards in the
Federation prison where I was held did the same." Keevan certainly
didn't seem fazed by all the attention he got.

Brunt was growing more and more confused. If he didn't know better, he
would think the Vorta was coming on to him. He probably presumed it
would help him escape. But of course he underestimated the cunning of
the Ferengi.

Keevan lowered his eyes, gazing sadly at his tied hands.

Brunt had already considered taking the cuffs off him. After all, he
still had the phaser directed at him... It wasn't long before he
asked, "I guess that's uncomfortable after all this time?"

"Very," the Vorta said. He wasn't surprised to find Brunt looking
around for something to open the cuffs with.  "There's nothing 
suitable in here
I'm afraid," Keevan offered helpfully.

"Oh." Brunt stopped searching. "I'm sorry. Is there anything else I
can do to make you more comfortable?" His lobes twitched. What was he
saying?

Keevan smiled. "There might be."

When those intensely blue eyes met his, Brunt held his breath. Would
the Vorta really go that far to get away? Not that he'd mind...

"I need to... relieve myself."

Brunt felt as though he'd been dropped in a vat of cold water. "Ah,"
he muttered. That was a problem. He knew there was a waste extraction
unit not far from the infirmary and that they could get there through 
the tiny backdoor of the closet, but Keevan's hands were tied. He 
would have to help him...

"Alright, come with me," he offered hastily.

They climbed through the small opening that led to the Promenade and
Brunt led his prisoner to the appropriate facility. Once there, Keevan
looked at him pleadingly.

"You'll need help with that." Brunt considered doing this with one
hand so he could continue holding on to his phaser, but he felt 
ridiculous. Keevan surely wouldn't try anything in this situation.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." Keevan waited patiently while Brunt placed the
phaser at a safe distance. Then he stood very still in front of the
Ferengi, his hands raised to his chest.

"If you'll allow me..." Brunt muttered, trying to focus on the task at
hand. He undid the Vorta's lavender blue pants and carefully reached
inside.

Keevan watched as the Ferengi's trembling fingers closed around him
and just at that moment, he said, "I believe I no longer need to 
relieve myself."

"What?" Brunt sounded as disappointed as he did confused.

"I'm sorry." Keevan smiled at the man who's hand was still inside his
trousers. He didn't move, but he noted with satisfaction that it took
the Ferengi quite some time to realize that removing his hand was the
appropriate thing to do.

Brunt grinned nervously and took a step back.

"I'll still need your help..." Keevan looked down his body
meaningfully.

"Of course." Brunt quickly zipped up the Vorta's pants and reached for
his phaser.

Keevan took a deep breath and led the way back to the tiny space off
the infirmary. When they got there, he turned around, causing Brunt to
walk straight into him. He didn't even flinch when the Ferengi stood 
back and began to apologize. He interrupted the flow of words. "I just 
wanted to thank you for trying to help me." For the first time, he 
looked sincere. It made him look immensely vulnerable.

Brunt had had enough. "Will you please stop teasing me!" he
complained.

"I don't know what you mean." Keevan looked utterly surprised, his
eyes widening innocently.

By now, Brunt's lobes felt as if a family of beetles were making their
home inside of them. He dropped the phaser to the ground and pinned
Keevan against the wall. Ignoring the pressure of the Vorta's tied
hands against his groin, he pressed his mouth hard against the full 
lips he'd been admiring for hours.

Keevan didn't resist. He allowed Brunt to kiss him and he even
responded. His tongue played with the Ferengi's and he turned his
wrists just far enough to allow him to touch Brunt's growing erection,
causing him to wince with pleasure. "Sorry," he whispered.

"No, no, it's... Aaah... alright!" Brunt muttered against Keevan's
pale neck. The Vorta's tied hands were rubbing against him mercilessly 
and he pinned Keevan harder against the wall to relieve some of the 
onslaught of sensation.

"Someone might come," Keevan murmured teasingly.

Brunt chuckled, but he took the hint and pushed the Vorta through the
wall opening and back into the closet. Once there, he carefully slid
the door to the infirmary open just a notch, making sure everyone was
still asleep.

When he turned back again, Keevan was smiling at him seductively. "My
hands are tied, I'm afraid."

"Don't worry about that. We can work around it." Brunt grinned and
moving swiftly, he lay Keevan down flat on his back, crouched over him
and raised his cuffed hands above his head. The large piece of latinum
on a chain that decorated Brunt's neck was discarded carelessly. A
most unusual gesture for the Ferengi. He looked down at his prisoner
admiringly. "You are *so* beautiful!"

"Thank you. I wouldn't know." Keevan looked a little sad.

"Why?" Brunt inquired.

"Vorta are not equipped with a sense of aesthetics."

The explanation caused a smile from the Ferengi. "You're equipped with
plenty of other things... Well, you'll just have to take my word for
it. And it's probably worth more than yours."  He chuckled.

"Possibly, but I doubt it very much." Keevan smiled, knowing he'd just
paid Brunt a compliment.

Brunt was beginning to like the Vorta more and more. Better not to
think about that.

He hurriedly undid Keevan's jacket and let it fall open before sliding
his hands underneath his shirt. Such smooth, warm skin. He pulled the
material up and pressed his lips to the Vorta's stomach. Reveling in
the paleness of his skin, he ran his tongue slowly up to Keevan's 
chest, while his free hand began to pull down the blue pants.

Keevan lifted his hips to help, but it only served to press his
erection against the Ferengi's. Brunt moaned and for a moment, he was 
too distracted to continue. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his 
grip
around the cuffed hands. "Aren't you restrained enough?" he said with
exasperation.

"I'm afraid not." Keevan's suggestive tone set the Ferengi's lobes on
fire. He kissed the Vorta wildly, his hand frantically pulling and
tugging at his tight clothing. Finally, he managed to pull it down
just far enough to run two searching fingers over the exposed 
hardness, lingering on the ornamental ridges matching those on 
Keevan's ears. Never interrupting the kiss, he began to slide his hand 
up and down the hard shaft while rubbing himself against it fully 
clothed.

Keevan's soft moans finally became too much and Brunt moved down his
prisoner's body to take him in his mouth. When his tiny, sharp teeth
accidentally pricked Keevan, the Vorta gasped, only to let out an even
more ecstatic moan. Brunt took him as far down his throat as he could
manage, sucking relentlessly. He was so engrossed in his activity, it
took him by surprise when Keevan pulled his tied hands from his grip
and began to run the tips of his fingers around the Ferengi's ears.

Brunt came with a groan, but he didn't stop administering to Keevan
for even an instant. When the Vorta's sweet cream finally spurted into 
his mouth, Brunt almost came again. The sounds his beautiful captive 
made were almost too much to bear.

Sinking down on Keevan's chest, Brunt rubbed his cheek against the
other's stomach. "Oh my..." he grunted, exhausted but happy.

It came as no small surprise to the Ferengi when Keevan pushed him off
and he was flung back against the other wall. He howled out in
protest, but to his great relief, the Vorta settled down on top of 
him, his knees on either side of Brunt's thighs.

"You're awfully strong for such a... delicate creature!" Brunt gasped
with admiration.

Keevan smiled. "So I'm told." He tilted his head sideways enticingly
and said in a low tone, "I have an offer for you."

Brunt grinned, finding it increasingly harder to concentrate with
Keevan's groin pressed against his. "Let me guess. You want me to let
you escape."

The Vorta nodded. "Of course I do.  But I don't expect you to give up
your life so easily."

The Ferengi only then fully realized that with Keevan gone, they would
have no ship to leave the station. In fact, they would be stranded,
waiting for the Dominion to come and track them down one by one. That
was no option, as much as he would have liked to help Keevan.

"I see you don't like that idea."  Keevan's seductive voice brought
other considerations to Brunt's mind. The Vorta would be killed if he
didn't escape. And that would be an infinite shame!

"You have to admit, it would be suicide to let to go."

"Yes," Keevan admitted freely, "It would be." Then he bent forward,
pressing harder against Brunt's still sensitive groin. His lips were
close to the Ferengi's ears when he whispered, "But I could make death
so sweet for you..."

Brunt moaned. All he wanted was for Keevan to continue those gentle
rocking motions in his lap. The scent of the aroused Vorta was
unbelievable and it made his head swim. His skin was tingling and his
lobes were burning. He had to have him. Whatever it would cost. "Yes!"
His voice was shaky but determined.

Keevan smiled triumphantly when his cuffed hands found their way to
the fastening of Brunt's trousers. He pulled them down easily and his 
slim fingers closed around the Ferengi's erection. "You will not 
regret this," he said softly.

---

When Brunt woke up, he instantly realized Keevan was gone. But for how
long? His head was swimming and he suspected he had been knocked out.
Smiling, he remembered...

What was a little bit of pain compared to *that*?

But as soon as his brain was able to focus again, it came back to him.
With the ship gone, all six of them would be sure to die. And as much
as he wanted to let Keevan go, he wanted to live even more.

Quickly, he pulled on his clothes and straightened out. Then he let
out a high-pitched scream to alert the Ferengi in the infirmary.

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The End