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

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The Klingon lay on the floor of the dimly lit holodeck, almost
completely spent. His broad back was slippery with sweat and
heaved convulsively as he tried to catch his breath. Face pressed
to the deck beneath him, eyes closed, he attempted to center
himself and formulate a way to regain the upper hand in this
situation, one that had grown so quickly out of control.

He never had the time.

Fingers seemingly of steel tore at his hair, wrenching his head
painfully up and back. His teeth gritted, he refused to give his
tormentor the satisfaction of even a grunt of pain. He felt lips
press close to his ear and once again heard the soft, dangerous
whisper...

"Tell me you want it."

Again, Worf closed his mouth tight. A growl rose from his
chest, pressed tightly against the floor and slicking it with
his sweat. He would rather die than give this man the words he
needed. Without warning, a knee pressed hard into the center of
the Klingon's back. Breath exploded from his mouth and nose.
Teeth bit hard into his earlobe, hard enough to draw blood.

"Tell me... "

Worf's attacker was growing frustrated with the game. This
naked Klingon, bruised, broken, and bleeding still refused him
surrender. The knee was suddenly removed and Worf desperately
filled his lungs as the man gracefully stood up and away from
him. He was completely unprepared for the vicious kick that
snapped another of his ribs and flipped him onto his back.
Worf cried out, and immediately gritted his teeth in shame at
the dishonor of allowing the other to hear his pain.

There was a soft chuckle of satisfaction above him. Soft, yes,
but loud enough to pinpoint where his attacker was. Worf was on
his knees in a fraction of a second, on his feet in less than
that. Finally letting loose with a cry of pure rage he threw
himself at the man shrouded in the darkness. The man who
effortlessly caught him and crushed him in a vicious embrace.
The man who pressed his mouth to Worf's torn one hungrily. The
man whose violent/gentle hands slid firmly down Worf's ridged
back to grip the flesh of his buttocks and force the Klingon's
hard cock against his stomach.

The man. And he was beautiful, wasn't he? And they had fought
before, hadn't they? And yet he always got from the Klingon what
he wanted, and what Worf needed to give. Eventually.

And the groan Worf couldn't hold back this time was of pain and
pleasure both.

"I want it...", mumbled against the soft mouth of the man.

"Now."

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Much later the completely spent Klingon lay on his back on the
cool holodeck floor. Soon he would have to have himself tended
to, but for now he was content to endure and enjoy the pain of
his injuries.

The man had dressed quickly, as he always did, as he would
again. He called for the Arch, and made to exit. He never looked
back. Perhaps he couldn't, Worf had never asked. But duty
demanded one more thing of the Klingon...

"Thank you, Commander. You fought with honor."

The man paused at the door to complete the oft-repeated ritual.

"As did you."

Worf nodded and let his eyes drift close. He only heard the
heavy holodeck doors close after Commander Data.

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The End