The BLTS Archive - Crescendo
Part of The Symphony series
by Espressivo (espressivo@nettrash.com)

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Lore snarled, showing his teeth, and lunged viciously at his
usurper of a brother. He intended to make Data pay for all that he
had done, and Lore was damned if he wasn't going to enjoy this.

Data staggered backwards a few steps as Lore's body crashed
into him, just managing to keep his feet beneath him. His brother had
always been unstable, but Data had never seen him in such a murderous
rage before. The situation was quickly becoming out of control and
Data was beginning to think this confrontation was an error. It was
far too late to do anything about it now though.

Lore had both hands around Data's slender neck in a grasp that
would have crushed any other lifeform. Lifting him a good foot above
the deck, Lore threw him as hard as he could against the bulkhead.
Data slammed into the wall with stunning force, collapsing in a heap
at its base. Blinking away a momentary confusion Data climbed once
again to his feet. Any hesitation, he was sure, could prove fatal.

Lore closed the gap between them in no time at all, eyes
spitting yellow flame, but Data was ready for him. His fist lashed
out faster than a human eye could follow and connected solidly under
Lore's chin, snapping his head back and driving him back a step.
Before Lore had a chance to recover his balance, Data had both hands
clenched around the black fabric that made up Lore's tight fitting
black jumpsuit, knotting the material at the chest.

Data viciously jerked Lore towards himself, pivoted on a heel,
and spun him bodily into the wall of the room. Without giving the
other android a nanosecond to counter attack, Data dragged him
forward and smashed him into the barrier again and again. The back of
Lore's head struck repeatedly against the bulkhead with a dull thump,
lolling obscenely back and forth as if no longer firmly attached to
his shoulders. Various scalp panels popped off and clattered to the
deck, revealing lights pulsing madly in random patterns. With a
shockingly loud sound the front of Lore's jumpsuit suddenly tore down
the front, and the android collapsed like a disjointed rag doll.

Data dropped the loose fabric, bent, and hauled his brother into the
air with one arm and then tossed him across the room. He landed on a
table, the impact smashing the piece of wooden furniture into
splinters.

Data paced towards his twin and squatted beside his unmoving
form, clinically noting the way Lore's eyes seemed to fade from the
usually glowing amber to a dull gray, and then pulse back to life. It
was the work of a few seconds to forcibly rip the remains of Lore's
clothing from his body, to leave him sprawled naked and twitching
amongst the shards of the table. Moving quickly, Data made a minute
adjustment within the bared workings of his brothers skull, and then
began tearing the destroyed jumpsuit into long, thick strips.

Smiling to himself, Data went to work.

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The first thing Lore became aware of was whistling. It was
horribly off-key and halting, but his data banks helpfully supplied
the name of the ditty nonetheless. Pop Goes The fucking Weasel.
Wonderful.

His visual circuits were the next things to sputter to life,
giving him an out of focus picture of what was in front of his face.
The floor.

The sensors in his body were largely out and his self repair programs
automatically began rerouting the circuit pathways. His hands were
tied at the wrists with what appeared to be the remnants of his
clothing and his arms hung down in front of him, knuckles resting on
the deck. From his apparent height above the floor and the attitude
of his body Lore quickly deduced that he lay over Data's knees.

Lore sneered at the ridiculous situation and flexed the servos
of his arms and wrists to snap the flimsy restraints. Then he was
going to show his upstart brother exactly who was in charge of the
fucking situation.

The bonds held.

Something was very wrong here. Lore redoubled his efforts,
putting all the strength of his shoulders and arms to the task of
breaking free.

Nothing happened. Lore felt a sudden, metallic spike of panic slide
into him. This wasn't right, not at all. And then he heard Data's
soft laugh.

"Problem, Lore?"

Damn him, what had he done? Lore began to struggle desperately,
panic full blown now. He had to get out of this mess, and quickly.
His emotion circuits were screaming their warnings of danger and
terror pulsed through him. Data, however, held him firmly in position
across his lap with one hand pressed to Lore's spine. No matter how
Lore thrashed, he could not dislodge that hand pinning him down.
Data's calm voice came again from above him.

"Your struggles will prove useless, Brother. I have made a few small
'adjustments', nothing that cannot be undone at a later date, but for
now you are as helpless as a human."

Damn him! What the Hell did he think he was doing? This wasn't
fair! Oh, Data would pay for this. Bastard!

There was no warning when Data roughly parted his buttocks.
Lore gritted his teeth as he felt three long fingers force their way
into him with nothing to ease their passage. A fourth was added,
scraping against his internal walls and setting off another barrage
of damage warnings in Lore's positronic brain. Using pure force the
hand speared into him further, brutally widening Lore's small opening
until the knuckles cleared this obstruction and the invader was sunk
to the wrist.

Lore's breath hissed through his teeth but he ceased his struggling,
telling himself it would minimize the damage Data was causing as his
clenched fist worked deeper. Fragile internal materials were being
stressed to tearing point, and their sensors were shrieking in
overload.

Lore was groaning under the onslaught now, unable to stop himself.
Eyes clenched shut, tears squeezed between his lids, one word
screaming over and over in his mind. STOP STOP STOP And after a time, 
Data did.

Lore was wholly unprepared for the sudden withdrawal, the complete
emptiness within himself. His body sagged in total and welcome
surrender over his brother's knees, no longer caring what he looked
like or what Data might think of his weakness. Willing now to do
anything satisfy his mirror image, so much more dangerous than he
appeared, to bring this to an end.

Data stood suddenly and Lore spilled to the ground. Curling onto his
side like a wounded animal, he hugged his knees to his chest and
buried his tear-stained face so that Data could not see his
humiliation. Data slowly walked around the shivering form on the
floor.

"I am not finished with you yet, Lore... "

Lore's arms tightened convulsively around his knees, and his pitiful
face raised slowly to look up at his brother. "What... what do you
want me to do?"

"Surprise me."

Data's voice was so cold, completely unlike its usual gentle tones
and Lore was suddenly more afraid than he'd ever been in his life. He
could believe now that Data might seriously hurt him, perhaps even
was capable of killing him. His shivering increased as he ran through
millions of scenarios in mere seconds, all of them ending in his own
torture and destruction. His only hope lay in somehow appeasing Data,
and Lore was shocked to find that pleasing Data was what he wanted to
do. Even if it resulted in fatal damage to himself, pleasing his
brother was all that mattered to Lore now.

Lore rolled to his knees, suddenly frightened to look into Data's
face, his eyes. His body cowering as if in anticipation of a blow he
kept his eyes on the toes of Data's black boots, boots that began
slowly backing away from him. Lore watched transfixed as the shiny
leather took step after measured step away from him until his brother
stood with his back against the wall.

And Lore understood immediately what was required of him. Under
Data's implacable gaze he placed his palms on the floor and began to
crawl to him. He moved slowly on his hands and knees, letting his
beautiful brother drink in the sight of his slumped shoulders, his
injuries, his surrender.

When he knelt in front of Data at last, he reached up hands that
shook slightly and placed them gently against the fabric of his
trousers, stroking the hard bulge outlined there. Data lashed out in a
blow that caught Lore full on the cheek and knocked him to his side.
Jerking his uniform angrily, Data freed himself and began stroking
his rigid golden shaft as he watched Lore tentatively right himself,
kneeling once again before him.

Lore flinched uncontrollably when one of Data's hands suddenly shot
out to bury itself in the hair at the base of his scalp. Using one
hand to steady his erection, Data forced his brother's head towards
himself, plunging his hips to meet Lore's open mouth and burying
himself in his throat.

And it went on and on. Lore held tight to Data's calves, still
covered by his uniform, to keep upright as his lips slammed again
and again against Data's body. Data had both hands in his hair now,
face twisted in pleasure as he watched himself thrust within those
stretched lips, feeling the tight throat sheathing him. When his
orgasm took him it came with such force that he cried out in a
guttural sound that he'd never heard himself make before. Head thrown
back, no longer in control of his thrusts, his body shuddered until
it was over.

Slowly Data withdrew from his brother's mouth. Lore sat back on his
heels, head bowed, unable to look at him. Thick, yellow fluid
covered Lore's stomach and chest, undeniable proof of his own orgasm.
Data studied the defeated form for a while and then raised a foot
and kicked him away.

Lore lay where he was, sprawled out on the floor like a broken toy.
But when he raised his head to look at Data there was a dangerous
gleam in his eyes. Raising a sardonic eyebrow, he smiled evilly.
"You know that it doesn't end here, don't you *darling* brother? Next
time we meet I'll do all this to *you*, and watch *you* beg at my
feet."

Data tilted his head slightly, as though considering the threat.

"I look forward to it Lore. But not today. Computer, end program."

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The End