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

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Lieutenant Commander Data had activated his dream program exactly
fourteen point six eight minutes ago. During that time every thought
and emotion that he had experienced had been automatically noted and
logged in his vast positronic memory for later revue.

Dreaming was not a new experience for the android. In fact it had
been something he had once initiated daily... until the the episode
with the Borg Queen. After her physical destruction, she had haunted
Data's dreams until he had begun to fear using the program ever
again. It had been Deanna Troi's urging that finally convinced him to
resume his prior routine tonight...

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The Enterprise was devoid of people, the usually bustling corridors
quiet and somehow ominous. Data, a pale, gold shadow, drifted through
them, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. He knew he had a goal
but could summon no urgency for his task, whatever it might be.
Winding his way through the empty ship he eventually found himself in
a dark transporter room. Of course. Why hadn't he remembered that was
where he was supposed to be going? No matter. He was here now.

For some reason he knew he had only to wish the transporter into
operation and did so. Swirling blue light surrounded him in a
familiar, comforting embrace...

...and then receded, leaving the android laying on a hard, metal
table. He noted with no surprise at all that he was naked. Staring
upwards, Data was mildly concerned to find that he could no longer
move his neck, the servos there completely dead to the electrical
impulses fired from his brain. He lay still, as though his emotions
had been dampened somehow, quieted from their usual state of
confliction and confusion.

"Hello, son."

A human face suddenly loomed in Data's own, vivid blue eyes twinkling
with amusement. My eyes, the android couldn't help thinking. The ones
she promised me. And where was that blessed emotional calm now? My
face, the face I should have had. Jealousy, sharp and painful, lanced
through him.

"Shhhhhhh, Data. It's going to be fine... "

Data jerked his torso upright, only to have his shoulders gently held
by the man. Noonien Soong exerted no pressure, but the android was
still unable to break free of him. Soong's hands moved in a soothing
pattern against Data's shoulders and back as he bent slightly to
cradle his creation against his chest.

"Shhhhhhh... "

And the android slowly quieted, unable to do anything else. He let
his head rest against his fathers chest and sighed, letting those
compassionate hands heal his mind and still his body. One swept
upwards to cup the back of his bowed head and neck, and Data let the
steady heart beat under his ear lull him.

Soong laid his cheek against Data's hair and murmured, "I'm so
sorry." The sadness in his voice made Data tighten his arms around
him protectively, his face rising to come to rest against his
father's neck, his lips over the pulse that throbbed there. Noonien
cupped Data's chin and lifted his face. The blue eyes still sparkled,
but now with unshed tears. Instinctively, if Data could be said to
have instincts, the android reached up and placed one gentle kiss on
the man's smooth cheek. He was rewarded with the sudden smile that
broke across the face of his creator.

Noonien's hands rose to rest against his son's golden cheeks, and he
lowered his face until his lips brushed Data's own. He drew back
slightly, blue eyes searching yellow eyes, and seeing the welcome
there he repeated the kiss. Data's lips parted slightly, and it
seemed the most natural thing in the world when his tongue slid into
the hot cavern Noonien's mouth. Languidly, the two continued to
explore each other's mouths, Data gripping tight to the man's shirt
and Noonien's hands restlessly caressing the androids silky torso,
tracing the features that he himself had made.

Soong's mouth slid to Data's delicate throat, tongue lapping against
the hollow at its base as his hands pressed firmly against Data's
shoulders, pressing him to lie prone once again on the table. As the
android complied and reclined the man's tongue followed, slipping
lower to graze a hard nipple and to suck it into his mouth, his hands
now caressing the pale, flat stomach. Data's body, always so obedient
to his demands, betrayed him now. Without conscious will his back
arched upwards to meet wet mouth that was causing this... this...
ache that he'd never felt, that he never knew he could feel...

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The computer in Data's quarters emitted a loud beep and the android's
eyes flew open. He was gasping which was strange. He never gasped. It
was a human response to intense physical exertion or extreme emotion
and served no useful purpose to a machine.

Concentrating on controlling his errant breathing pattern, Data ran
his hands down his chest and over his stomach to trace the hard bulge
of his erection.

"Intriguing... "

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The End