The BLTS Archive - Night Moves
First in the Night Moves series
by Sue Duenn (sduenn@optonline.net)

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Comments: I had a plot bunny hit me when talking with D, and I got
roped into making it a reality. Kinda hard to say no M, R and D
though--part of the reason you'll see in the story. The most important
part though, is that they've quickly become great friends and I'd
never want to disappoint them.

Archived to EntSTSlash on 12/29/2002.  Archived at EntSTCommunity with
the author's express permission.

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The island was barely visible on the dark horizon--the only light
coming from the stars and the sliver of moon in the sky. Three heads
bobbed silently in the water, gazing at the island. A gloved hand came
up, holding a small non-reflective pair of binoculars to one set of
eyes. The matching hand raised just above the surface of the water
signaling to the others the position and number of guards on the
island. As one, they moved off again towards their prey. They exited
the water on the tiny beach of the island--a few feet of sand at low
tide before a thirty foot cliff face. Blades were unsheathed, held
knowingly in deadly hands, no flash of metal seen as they moved up the
cliff face in three different directions.

The eight guards were dispatched quickly and silently, each with a
clean slice to the throat. Outside the lone building on the island,
the three reconvened. The tallest of them, obviously the leader,
gestured for silence then lead the way to the main door. Hand signals
were given out and understood, they stormed the one room shack
subduing the two occupants in seconds. Signals were again given out,
verifying the all clear. The leader loosened his hold on the occupants
and removed his black nylon swim hood revealing close cropped light
brown hair. Touching a finger to his throat, he murmured then nodded
to the other two.

In the dim light, all the occupants of the shack could tell was that
the three men were big, but more importantly, human. They had been
held on the remote island for close to a month--ever since their ship,
the Enterprise had attempted to trade with the inhabitants of this
world. Captain Jonathan Archer had a good idea who the men were, but
not how they got there. For centuries, the military had had special
operations groups--people trained to do the impossible. One of which
was extraction of kidnapped dignitaries or other VIP's. He never
thought he would have counted as such a person, but the extraction
team proved things to be different than he thought.

As the other two removed their hoods, the leader looked at Jon and
nodded. His voice a deep baritone and with a light Texan drawl said,
"Chopper'll be here in two hours. Be ready at 0300 to leave." He
turned his companions, speaking softly so the Enterprise officers
couldn't hear.

Archer stood and asked, "Why can't we just go back the way you guys
got here?"

The leader looked at Archer as if Jon were a petulant child. "We
would make a twenty nautical mile swim back to our re-entry point to
float in an alien ocean with no space pod, because?" Archer actually
blushed. "Sorry, I should have known better than to question you."

The leader nodded. "On that count, you're correct."

Jon stood forward, hand extended. "In any case, I'd like to thank you
for coming to get us. You obviously know who we are, but we haven't
had the pleasure of a formal introduction."

The leader's eyebrow went up in a perfect imitation of a peeved
Vulcan. The less you know about us the better--for all of us. If you
feel the need to address us, you may call me M," pointing to the
others he continued, That's D," he said pointing to the blond, "and
this is R. We've got just under two hours and we don't plan on
spending the time chitchatting with the extractions."

M turned and stripped out of his wet suit, careful to be sure that he
had a knife at close reach in its ankle holster. Even in the dim
light, his impressive body shone with a light sheen of sweat, and both
Archer and Tucker had a hard time keeping their eyes off the sight.
Tucker had to bite back a moan as he watched D and R follow suit.
Within moments, the three extractors were completely naked and sitting
on their wet suits, talking quietly to each other.

Trip looked to Jon and asked quietly, "Why they doin' this to us?"

Jon tore his eyes off the men reluctantly. "The suits are made for
the freezing ocean. In this warm air, it gets quite uncomfortable."

Trip nodded and the men's eyes were drawn to their rescuers again.

D looked up and saw the frank appraisal on the Enterprise officer's
faces and his blue eyes flashed. "Doesn't bother you--us bein' nekkid,
does it?"

Jon had to swallow hard to keep from allowing his tongue to drop from
his mouth. "No, no, not at all." He felt a bead of sweat pop from his
forehead as he noticed D getting erect from their stares. He certainly
hoped the men would go on patrol or something and soon--it was not
going to be easy to keep his hands to himself if this was consistently
presented to him. He snuck a glance to his right and saw that Trip was
having much the same problems. If they'd been alone, there was no
question he and Trip would betearing each other's clothes off in
passion.

Jon saw movement from the corner of his eye and was mildly shocked to
see his partner crawling across the floor to the extractor code named
D. He was even more shocked to hear the southern drawl dripping with
desire when he asked, "We need to thank you--can I taste it?"

D grinned and looked at his two companions. "Ain't this special? I
think I d best let the man have a taste, don'tcha think?"

R tried not to grin as he rolled his brown eyes and looked to M.
"Always has been, always will be a horn dog."

M looked to the other men in the room, his eyes turning icy. "Not a
one of you is to touch R. I don't give a shit what you do to each
other, but touch R and you're dead."

Jon nodded mutely as he turned his eyes back to his partner going
down on D. He didn't even flinch when he saw M plunder R's mouth--it
just proved to him he was the only one not giving or receiving
anything. He reached down between Trip's legs and stroked the man's
hardness through the remnants of the tattered blue uniform. During
their month of incarceration they had devised was to take and be taken
without the removal of their clothing--it was a matter of survival.
Jon put this knowledge to good use as he prepped his partner for
entry.

He got rock hard looking over at the two extractors--M pounding into
R ruthlessly to both their enjoyment. Looking back to D, he saw Trip
take D fully down his throat and knew the exquisite pleasure that
Trip's throat could bring. He couldn't take it anymore and plunged
into Trip, sliding in easily.

In moments it was over for all five men. It was only a moment though
before M stood up and scouted outside the shack again, confident
despite his nakedness and what they had all just done. "Rest while you
can. Chopper's here in sixty." He sat back down on his wet suit and
leaned back against the wall closing his eyes. It seemed like only
seconds went by before M stood up once again and began donning his
suit. The other two extractors took the cue and followed suit, the
team ready and anonymous with hoods on in less than two minutes.

Again, hand signals were used to convey the group to the pick up
point,silence to be understood by the Enterprise crew. Trip, strung
tight as a wire, jumped and almost screamed when M tapped him on the
shoulder, pointing up into the sky. Not a blade of grass was moving,
not a sound was heard, yet there was a helicopter with a rope stairway
lowered. He took the hint and quickly clambered onto it, D following
one rung lower to shield Trip's body from possible attack. Jon jumped
on next with M following directly behind him. R brought up the rear,
going up the ladder from the other side to keep their backs watched.

Without hesitation, R brought his hand up and a high pitched scream
could be heard from the other side of the island followed by a splash.
The team got their cargo into the helicopter and signaled the pilot to
get them out. Trip, who had seen R's move, said, "What the hell did
you do? Vulcan mind phaser or something?"

R looked at him quizzically. "Oh, you mean this," he said, pointing
his hand into the shape of a gun directly at Trip's head. "Phase
pistols emit too much light for covert operations, so we have a high
frequency microwave emitter installed. It's silent, invisible, and
deadly. We had company just as we left." He shrugged. "I took care of
it."

"Malcolm's gonna love this one," Trip said grinning. "He's gonna wish
he'd been here for this--all these cool weapons and stuff."

M shook his head and smiled, putting one hand on each of the
Enterprise crew s shoulders and squeezing in the Vulcan nerve pinch.
"Time for memory erasure, boys. You know way too much for your own
good."

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Phlox woke the men in sickbay. Slowly, Jon and Trip sat up on their
biobeds and looked at each other. "Gentleman, good to have you back.
Now, can you tell me just what happened?"

Trip frowned, "We were there for a month, in that shack. Then we woke
up here. How'd we get out?"

Jon pondered. "Something to do with two people named Aurora and
Cruella, I think."

"Yeah, that's it," Trip said and turned to the doctor. "Yeah, not
people though--a chihuahua and a cat. They saved us." He frowned.
"That doesn't sound right, but that's what I swear happened."

Phlox frowned. He'd come across this sort of thing before from other
people who had been rescued in such a manner. "Couldn't they have
given you normal memories at least?" He sighed and shook his head,
scanning the men before releasing them.

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The End