The BLTS Archive- For the Friends They Bring Us
by Isla (Islaofhope@aol.com)

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Disclaimer:  Star Trek and its characters all belong to Paramount,
Viacom, and Rick Berman.  I'm just borrowing the characters for a
little shore leave. This is fan fiction.  I won't make any money from
it.  In fact, it's getting in the way of my gainful employment...

I am first and foremost a K/Ser.  Haven't decided yet whether this
story is A/U or part of my canon <g>.  My beta readers have not seen
this.  They won't believe that it came out of me.  I was inspired by a
crossover orgy that I read about on ASCEM this morning.  I laughingly
threatened to write this story, and it overwhelmed me in the shower
(hmm, I could think of other things I would prefer to overwhelm me in
the shower...).  The title is a misquote of something that Cyrano
Jones said.  Oh, it's helpful if you've watched both TOS The Trouble
with Tribbles and DS9's Trials and Tribbleations.

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I left Mr. Scott to carry out the actual implementation.  He is a very
competent engineer, and Leonard McCoy, our chief medical officer, was
available to assist him.  Of course, I was required to countermand
Captain Kirk's order that confined Mr. Scott to his quarters, but I
was sure that, under the circumstances, my captain would understand.

I headed for my captain's quarters.  It was vital that I report to him
concerning our clean-up efforts.  If I had been human, I would have
been pleased at how efficiently our crew had gathered up all of the
tribbles on the ship.  I also wished to discuss with him what
punishment, if any, he planned to visit on Lt. Uhura, our
communications officer, for bringing a pet aboard the ship without
permission.

I was instantly on alert when I approached his quarters.  I could
sense through our bond that his heart rate was accelerated, but he was
blocking my thoughts.  Sometimes, when he is in great distress, he
blocks me in a misguided effort to protect my feelings.  I accelerated
my pace.

As the door slid open, I could hear him moaning.  I rushed in, ready
to kill or be killed.  Perhaps one of the Klingons....  I stopped in
the doorway to his sleeping area.

My beautiful golden-haired, golden-eyed lover was sprawled naked on
his bed with a look of pure ecstasy on his face.  Something was
attacking him. Someone tall, very dark, and quite handsome lay between
Jim's thighs with my captain's cock in his mouth.

When I cleared my throat, Jim's eyes flew open, and they both sat up
guiltily.  "Spock!"  He only said my name at first.  But what emotions
he could convey by just saying my name!  He looked around helplessly,
looking for a sheet to cover his nakedness.  The dark man tossed him a
pillow, which Jim positioned, over his groin.  The dark man, who, I
might add, was hung like a horse, looked from him to me with a look of
pure adoration.

They were both completely naked, but I could see the other man's
clothing jumbled on the floor next to my lover's green uniform shirt;
the one that proclaimed him as the one and only captain on the
Enterprise.  The other man's shirt was security red.  He was only an
ensign apparently.  I did not recognize the man, but that was not the
issue.

"Captain, as your first officer, I am constrained to point out to you
the regulations against fraternizing with junior officers."  I clasped
my hands loosely behind my back.  My face was calm as my eyes met his.

I watched him as he considered and discarded a number of responses.
Finally, he gave me the smile that was guaranteed to turn my knees to
jelly. Curiously, it had no effect on me.  "Spock, you're not going to
press charges for this.  After all, we're not doing anything that I
haven't done with you." This was an unfortunate response.  It pointed
out the fact that this liaison was an affront to my Vulcan honor.

Before I could respond, a look of triumph appeared on his handsome
face. "Besides, Ben isn't a junior officer.  He's a Captain."  He
glanced at the other man.  "Didn't you say that you're the Captain of
the Deep Space 9 station?  And you've got your own ship."

That freed the other man to speak.  He stood up (still naked, I might
add), and greeted me with a perfect Vulcan hand signal.  "Ambassador
Spock, it's an honor to meet you, sir.  I'm Ben Sisko.  I'm the
commander of Deep Space 9."

I lifted an eyebrow at that.  Ambassador?  Was he confusing me with my
father?  I responded, "I am not familiar with that station.  Where is
it located?"  My scientific instincts took over, and I gathered
information about my rival.

The man laughed, and his large, dark cock, bounced invitingly.  "It's
on the Cardassian border, next to a wormhole.  But it's not there now.
I'm from the future."

I turned to look at my lover, who was beginning to look contrite.  His
own pink cock - which I have never found less than adequate - sagged
slightly. He had dropped his pillow, and he sprawled on the bed.  I
was instantly hard for him, in spite of my anger with him.  "Jim,
surely, you are aware of the risks of tampering with time?"

"Um, Spock, I wasn't going to tamper with time.  I was just...."  He
stopped, realizing that there was no good explanation for what he had
been engaged in when I walked in the door.  "Spock, I'm sorry.  Please
forgive me."  He smiled again.  This time, my knees to jelly.

He looked at Ben.  "Hey, I'm sorry, but I love Spock.  I shouldn't
have been rolling around with you.  I'm really flattered that I'm your
hero and everything, but I just can't."

Ben shrugged.  "It's okay.  I understand.  If I had that kind of
relationship with one of my friends, I wouldn't want to screw it up.
Hell, I wouldn't mind banging Dax, but I keep remembering what she
looked like when she was the old man, and I just can't do it."

Suddenly, an idea occurred to me.  "Perhaps, gentlemen, we could work
out something that is to our mutual satisfaction."  I recalled that
Jim was reluctant to penetrate me, but preferred that I penetrate him.
Perhaps he feared a reminder of some traumatic heterosexual
experience.  I had in mind something that I believed would be
therapeutic.

"If you will permit me, Captains?"  I asked as I began to shed my
science officer blue uniform shirt.  They made room for me on the bed.

Ben Sisko returned to his original position with his head between
Jim's muscular thighs.  I straddled Jim's shoulders, and offered my
cock to Jim to delicately lick and then suck more greedily. I leaned
over to search for the tube of lubricant hidden under the pillow.

My mouth was free, so between groans of pleasure, I continued my
scientific inquiry.  "Captain Sisko?  May I ask a question?"

His mouth came away from my lover's cock long enough to say, "Call me
Ben, please!"

"Ben," I repeated.  "Ben, please proceed with caution.  I would prefer
that you leave Captain Kirk aroused but not too worn out for what I
have in mind. But as for my question..."

"Ask your question, Spock," Jim gasped, his tongue leaving my cock for
a moment.

I pushed my cock farther into his mouth.  Sometimes, it is necessary
to be firm with him.  Behind me, I could feel Ben gently pushing a
lubricated finger into my rectum.  I groaned softly before continuing.
"In the future, are larger beds provided on Starfleet vessels?  If
not, I believe that it would be worth the risk to tamper with the
future to ensure..."  Suddenly, I felt myself grabbed by four arms.  I
was held down on the bed and Jim pushed his cock into my mouth.

Ben grinned, and said, "So that's how you shut up a junior officer!"
He was kneeling behind Jim, and pushing his cock suggestively against
my lover's rectum.

Because of my superior Vulcan strength, I was able to shake both of
them off long enough to sit up.  "Captains, I would recommend a slight
adjustment."  I grabbed the tube of lubricant, and started to spread
it over Jim's cock.  I then handed the tube back to Ben Sisko.  His
was a very large cock, but I did not doubt that my lover could
accommodate it - my cock is also of impressive dimensions.  However, I
realized, we should have purchased additional lubricant when we were
on the space station.  I would have to check with the quartermaster...

Jim frowned at me.  He had read my thoughts about the quartermaster.
"Spock, if you can't keep your mind on the business at hand..."

I stroked his cock invitingly.  "You must be aware, t'hy'la, that I
can handle many complex thoughts at the same time."

I lay on my back, spread my legs, and pulled Jim closer.  He held his
breath as he positioned his cock to penetrate me.  <Breathe, t'hy'la,
breathe> I reminded him, and I heard his accelerated breathing in my
ear.  Behind him, Ben Sisko was taking his position.

We had a difficult time at first, but I found it possible to join all
three of our minds.  After that, we moved in harmony.  Just before our
simultaneous orgasm, Ben Sisko gasped, "Wait'll I tell the old man
about this!"

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The End