The BLTS Archive- Senior Staffs Meeting
by J. Juls (jjuls@tbc.net)

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Note:  This is a sequel to Data's Big Date.

Disclaimer:  All characters created and owned by good ol' Paramount.
I reserve the right to let them have a sex life, which Paramount
won't.

Warning!  Some sentences may begin with conjunctions!  I tried to
take out most of them, but what the hey, I'm weird.

Warning!  Sappy alert toward the end of the story.  Be careful reading
that part if you have diabetes.

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Geordi was pulled from exhausted sleep by the sound of his alarm.
"The time is 0600 hours," it announced obnoxiously.  He tried in vain
to lift his head off the pillow.  Oh, hell, he couldn't even *think*,
let alone *move*.  He concentrated on waking up, not wanting to put
on his VISOR.

"The time is 0610 hours," the loathsome computer intoned.

"Ohhhh," Geordi moaned.  This time he managed to throw the slippery
thermal blanket off and let the cool air start to wake his body.  But
he couldn't seem to marshal the strength to get up.  His mind wandered
to memories of the previous night and the reason for his fatigue, and
he smiled, only then wondering where Data had run off to.  Since the
recent revelation of their feelings for each other, they had spent
almost every evening together--and what evenings they had been!

A smile came to his face as he remembered the feeling of Data's hot
mouth on him and the orgasm the likes of which he hadn't even been
able to imagine only a couple weeks ago.  Then he got to wondering
about Data again:  Every previous night so far since they had first
shared their love, Data had had to work the midnight shift.  But last
night, he had finally been rotated off it as Worf's turn had come up. 
So where was Data?

"The time is 0620 hours," the computer informed him.

"Ohhhh," he groaned.  Then he heard a gentle footstep at his bedroom
doorway.

"Geordi," Data's mild voice said worriedly, "You should get out of
bed now or you might be late for duty."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Data," Geordi answered, stretching.  "It
only takes me a couple minutes to hop in the sonic."

"But, Geordi, I have synthesized you a balanced breakfast, which you
should eat.  It is not optimal for your physical health to consume
doughnuts throughout the morning as you normally do.  It is likely
that Dr. Selar has told you this as well."  Data's voice was growing
nearer, and now Geordi felt the android's silky-smooth hands around
one arm and behind his neck, lifting gently until Geordi was sitting
up.  One hand then moved to Geordi's thigh, pushing until his legs
were
hanging off the edge of the bunk.  Geordi pressed his feet to the
floor reluctantly, then bent over, burying his head in his hands and
yawning deeply.  He heard Data walk away, then silence for a while.

"The time is 0630 hours."

"Agh, I know, I know!"  Finally Geordi gathered his strength and
launched himself in the general direction of the head, a little
unsteady on his feet, but arriving at the door right on target through
long practice.

Geordi was in the shower daydreaming, letting the intense sonic waves
vibrate against his skin and through his muscles, when he heard Data's
voice outside the door.  "Geordi!  Your cereal is becoming soggy!"

Geordi sighed and hopped out of the sonic, taking a few moments to
shave the old-fashioned way....  It almost didn't work, too, because
Data had apparently adjusted the shaver some time this morning so it
would give him a fully automatic shave.  "Dang!"  he complained,
setting it to manual.

Afterward, he walked unerringly to the closet to pick out a uniform.
When he touched the hanger where it should have been, however, he felt
a bulky sweater.  Confused, he searched through until he found a
regular uniform, quickly slipping into it.  He found some boots (in
the correct place) and put them on too, then went to sit at the table.

"Ah, Geordi.  Good.  You have just enough time to eat before you must
leave."

"The time is 0640 hours."

Geordi sat down and felt around for his spoon.  "Thanks for making me
breakfast, Data.  You really didn't have to."

"But I am only concerned with your health, Geordi.  I have synthesized
shredded wheat with prunes and soy milk, and grapefruit juice.  If you
have time, I have programmed your food slot to produce bran muffins
sweetened with L-sucrose.  As you know, fiber is important for the
human digestive system."

"Umm, Hummm," Geordi acknowledged, gnawing on his shredded-wheat
biscuit for a time.

"Geordi."

"Mmmm?"  Geordi munched.

"I have noticed that your closet is not configured efficiently.  I was
studying your clothing arrangement earlier this morning and had
ordered your apparel according to color and function.  However, if I
could borrow your visual acuity transmitter to see the clothing the
way you see it, I would be able to arrange it more appropriately for
your visual abilities."

"Well..." [That explains why my closet was all messed up!]  "There's
really no need for that, Data.  I don't usually wear my VISOR while I
pick out my clothes.  It's just a uniform, anyway, so it can't clash."

"Indeed," Data said.  "I had thought you had put it on and removed
it--I *was* confused.  Why do you not wear your VISOR while preparing
for work? It would be much more efficient."

"Well, Data, the VISOR's pretty painful.  I mainly only wear it when I
need to, like on duty.  I get used to it during the day, but in the
morning it's kind of a shock to put it on.  So I wait until the last
minute."

"Hm," Data mused.  "In that case, I am sorry I rearranged your closet,
Geordi.  I will change it back this evening."

Geordi grunted noncomittally, chewing his way through more cereal.
The stuff tasted like partially-processed wood pulp. 

"The time is 0650 hours," the computer said.

"Look, Data, I gotta go," Geordi said, standing and grimacing as he
gulped his sour grapefruit juice.

"Would you like me to get you anything?"

"No, I'm okay."  Geordi went to get his VISOR.  He came out of the
bedroom and gave Data a quick peck on the cheek.  "I'll haveta take a
rain check on the muffin, Data, okay?"  After all that fiber, Geordi
didn't even want to *think* what bran would do.  He went to his
workstation and picked up the PADD he had been experimenting on
dilithium subjunction with--but there were all kinds of equations that
he didn't remember.  He looked at Data suspiciously.

Data noticed Geordi's stare, back and forth from the PADD to him.  "I
took the liberty of optimizing the dilithium subjunction for the
anomalous subspace structure in the Lambda Lambda Lambda sector.  I
know we will not be there for 3.6 weeks, but I saw the equations on
your PADD and...."

"Uh, thanks, Data.  No problem."  Geordi left for Engineering, a
little disgusted.

---

Everyone seemed to shy away from him when he walked into Main
Engineering. Broccoli even dropped the antigrav module he had been
working on. [Must be the black cloud over my head,] Geordi thought
ruefully, turning toward his office and the food slot. 

"Chocolate-covered raised doughnut, Bavarian-filled.  Hot coffee,
large."  Lighting into the doughnut, he tapped his badge.  "Lt. Duffy,
in my office please."

Duffy arrived as Geordi finished wolfing down the doughnut.  "Duffy,
you take the 0700 meeting today.  I'm gonna get an early start on
the...deuterium control conduits in sector 6."

"Yes, sir."  Duffy looked doubtful.

"That'll be all."  Duffy left.

Geordi burned his throat gulping the last of the coffee; then he took
a tool box and a PADD and headed for the control conduit access. 
About halfway there, the caffeine hit his brain.  [Oh, much better.]

Lying in the narrow access tube, Geordi set about the tedious process
of aligning the conduits.  It was brainless grunt work, something he
usually saved for new ensigns--what must Duffy think?--but Geordi
needed time alone with his thoughts.

At first, Geordi was annoyed with Data [Who did Data think he was,
anyway? Not only was he messing with my quarters and my replicator,
but then he starts doing my work for me too.]  On a whim, Geordi
interfaced his PADD with the ship's computer and looked up everything
Data had accessed last night.

There was no activity until 0330 hours--[0330?  No *wonder* I'm so
tired!]--then the accessing began.  Apparently, as he himself had lain
exhausted, Data had been comparing painting styles of Picasso,
T'Prill, and Bongiix; memorizing all Don-Jatt statistics from 2359 and
correlating them with assault and murder rates on all Starbases,
calculating the trace-element concentrations of anomalous brown dwarf
stars in the Delta 88 sector, analyzing the language patterns of the
Children Of Tama, tracing the first 248 Rules Of Acquisition back to
ancient Ferengi texts, [and organizing my closet, adjusting my shaver,
reprogramming my replicator...probably shampooing my carpet for all I
know.]

Geordi sighed and disconnected the PADD, then checked the alignment
of the next control element.  He began adjusting it.

No, he realized he wasn't annoyed with Data at all--not in the least.
He actually felt sorry for his friend.  For Data had never known the
comfort of relaxing, letting his mind wander in any direction; having
flights of fancy; lying in warm afterglow, having given his all in
joining, his muscles twitching ineffectually with exhaustion; letting
himself be enfolded in a lover's arms as he floated in a state between
sleep and wakefulness, losing track of time....

"Whoop!  Whoop!  Warning!  Resonant field applied."

Geordi started.  Whoa, where had he been?  He quickly reversed the
polarity of his sonic driver, readjusting the element.  It was waaay
overcompensated; obviously, he wouldn't get any work done until he
thought of some way to fix things for his friend.  He turned off the
driver and sat up as best he could in the accessway, thinking.  All
was facts with Data:  memorizing, analyzing, comparing, cataloguing. 

Yes, Geordi had seen emotion in Data's face when they had made love;
for a brief moment, as he came, the endless calculations did seem to
cease.  But after a few flicks of the neck to reset his circuits, Data
was his old, businesslike self again.  Half the time, Geordi expected
him to hop right up and change the sheets!  If only there were a way
to let Data experience that dissipated feeling....

After several minutes, when no ideas seemed forthcoming, Geordi
dismissed the whole notion as silly and went back to his alignments. 
But some long-lost fact about Data's circuitry nagged at the back of
his mind.

---

Jean-Luc Picard walked briskly out of his quarters, aware of the
contented smile resting on his features, but not quite able to make
himself stop. On his normally-reserved countenance, he supposed that
the slightly-upturned lips and twinkling eyes advertised themselves as
blatantly as the Cheshire Cat's toothy grin.  However, he didn't
really care right now if all the other officers greeted him with shy
smiles, looking away in embarrassment.

Jean-Luc cared only that he felt contented, relaxed, for the first
time in...maybe in his entire life.  Yes, ever since that bitchy hag,
Kate Pulaski, had been humiliated, tortured, and forced off the ship,
and he had rescued a desperately-miserable Beverly Crusher from her
ill-advised posting at Starfleet Medical, his life had been a major
improvement!

Picard, alone in the turbolift, closed his eyes and relived the
memory of how his cock had felt, rock-hard and sensitive, buried to
the balls in Beverly's oh-so-tight asshole, and the deliciously
drawn-out orgasm that had pulsed through him when her muscles.... 

The turbolift doors opened suddenly, as did Jean-Luc's eyes.  Pulling
his new-style shirt down, he stepped authoritatively onto the bridge,
where Lt. Worf was getting up from the command chair.

"Report, Mr. Worf."

"We will arrive at Pluntania 2 in 3.6 hours for repairs and shore
leave, sir.  All Starbase departments have reported ready status. 
Also, Lt. Generic broke her arm on the holodeck and is now in
Sickbay."

[Ahhh, Sickbay....]  "Very well, Mr.  Worf.  I have the bridge.
Begin day watch."

"Aye, sir."  Worf left the bridge.

Picard sat down and checked his displays.  Not much to do; just wait
for 3.6 hours until they got to the planet.  Then he'd leave a
skeleton crew commanded by young Wesley Crusher, who had volunteered
to remain on duty, and see what shenanigans Beverly still had left in
her.

As he daydreamed about the things he and the ever-grateful Beverly
would do, Jean-Luc's eye fell on the cause of his happiness, his
unknowing benefactor, the lovable Mr. Data.  Had he known what the
ramifications would be when he had humiliated the execrable Kate
Pulaski, causing her to go bonkers and attempt suicide?  No, the
sweet, innocent android probably had no idea. 

Without knowing it, Picard chuckled.  Innocent?  Hardly. Jean-Luc
acted aloof, but the ship's grapevine eventually wound his way
also.

He realized his thoughts had wandered when he felt the gaze of Ship's
Counselor Deanna Troi on him.  She looked from him to Data, then back
to him, and gave him an understanding smile, patting his hand.  Troi,
of course, knew all the details of the Pulaski incident.

They both gazed idly at Data's oblivious back as he worked steadily at
Ops, keeping tabs on all ship's resources and the status of all
systems. [Good, sweet, faithful Data,] Jean-Luc thought, [if only
there were some way to repay him for the service he's done us all.]

The arm of Picard's chair beeped.  "LaForge to Captain," Geordi's
voice chimed.

"Picard here."

"Captain, may I see you in your ready room when you have a moment?"

---

"So you see, Captain, right here..."  Geordi pointed to a delicate
component deep inside the small hologram above Picard's desk..."is the
interface.  Thousands of leads from Data's sexuality circuits enter at
this point, and this array here controls his pseudo-emotive emulator.
If we could just energize enough of these leads, I believe...well, it
could be a...profound experience for Data.  And I think you'll agree
with me, sir...he really deserves it."

Suddenly, an image swam before Jean-Luc's eyes:  Kate Pulaski, hot and
horny and naked, advancing on him, her breasts dangling at her
sides--turning around and bending over to present him her....  He
jumped, blinking.  "If only another medal for gallantry would
suffice," he murmured.  Then he addressed Geordi.  "Lieutenant, I must
ask you...couldn't you just charge these circuits directly?  It's not
that I'm against your plan, but I don't think our chances of
succeeding the...the 'old-fashioned way' are very great."

"I thought about that, sir, but the leads are too delicate.  And
they're intimately connected to most of his higher functions.  The
risk of catastrophic brain damage is just too great."

"I see your point, Mr. LaForge."  Picard sighed and sat down,
considering all his options.  The safest course of action was not to
try anything, but he felt deep down that Data deserved a thank-you for
his valor--and Geordi had assured him that no damage would be done to
Data using "traditional" methods.  And they could not use artificial
stimulation; one slip-up could be disastrous.

"All right, Geordi.  I agree.  Data deserves any help we can give him.
How about--after lunch?  In Mr. Data's quarters?"

"Yes, sir!"  Geordi agreed heartily.  "But could you wait until 1400
hours?  I want to tell him privately."  Picard nodded agreement.
"Oh, and Captain?"

Picard looked at him curiously.  "Yes?"

"It might not be a bad idea to bring Dr. Crusher along.  We could use
all the help we can get."

At this last, Picard smiled gleefully.  "What a capital idea,
Lieutenant!"

---

Data sat at his table, sipping 100 ml of silicone-based lubricating
fluid, 25 degrees Celsius.  He wondered whether it "tasted good."  He
analyzed the output from his gustatory sensors, trying to form an
opinion. Did he "like" it?  Did he "hate" it?  He finally decided he
had no idea.

Giving up on that train of thought, Data sipped again while he
analyzed the sense of taste throughout the galaxy.  The H'Kron from
Denuvia 3 thought Gnib'bura was the best-tasting drink ever and had
offered it to the Klingons upon first contact.  The Klingons had not
agreed, obviously; the results had been disastrous.  Indeed, the
Klingon sense of taste was unique.  Oh-Wan eggs, for instance.... 
His door chime rang. 

"Come in."

It was Geordi.  Now was the time to find out--was Geordi angry with
him after his behavior this morning?  Data had tried to act in
Geordi's best interest, but it had backfired somehow.  He would find
out now.

"Data, hi.  May I sit down?"

"Certainly, Geordi."

Geordi pulled out a chair next to Data.  "Look, Data.  I'm really
sorry about the way I acted this morning.  I know you were only
trying to help."

"There is no need to apologize, Geordi."

"Thanks, Data, but I'd really like to make it up to you," Geordi
whispered, putting his arm on Data's shoulder.  "After all, we don't
have to be on duty for a couple weeks.  Did you have anywhere you
wanted to go on the Starbase?"

"I am first going to tour the astrometrics laboratory.  I have
written a program which should improve--"  Data felt a hand snake down
to his crotch and begin a gentle massage.  "No, I did not want to go
anywhere."

"Good, I didn't either," Geordi cooed, turning Data's chair aside and
settling onto his lap.  Geordi took Data's beaker of fluid and set it
on the table, kissing the android's soft lips while reaching behind
his back to undo his uniform closure.  He felt Data doing the same
thing to his own uniform, and soon they were shirtless.  Geordi broke
the kiss.  "I like these new uniforms, don't you, Data?"  he asked
while massaging Data's hairless nipples.  "They're so much easier to
get out of." 

Data was silent now, though, intent on unsealing Geordi's fly, and
then he scooped his friend up and stood, carrying Geordi into the
bedroom.  However, as they crossed the threshold, Geordi stopped him
with a word:  "Data."

"Yes, Geordi?"

"Let's try the front room this time."  He smiled.

Data smiled in imitation and turned toward the front room, laying
Geordi gently on the soft carpet.  Geordi slipped out of his own boots
and trousers while Data kissed the base of his neck impatiently.  Soon
Data had disrobed, and his naked body pressed tautly against Geordi,
velvet hands on his dick.  Geordi gasped; all he wanted to do was hump
Data now, and fast, and...he reached down and took the duranium-strong
hand. Data stopped at his touch.

"What is it, Geordi?"

"Data, uhhhh," Geordi consciously slowed his breaths, drawing slightly
away from his partner.  "I have to tell you something."  Geordi saw
Data's skin grow suddenly cool, as if he were bracing for bad news. 
"No, don't worry, my friend.  It's just...you remember the party the
Captain threw for you in the holodeck?"

"Of course I do, Geordi.  You know I could not forget it."

"Um, yeah.  Well, anyway, the captain and I have been talking, and,
well, we don't think that was a good enough 'thank-you.'  You deserve
so much more.  I mean, for driving Kate Pulaski off the ship."  Geordi
realized that he was stroking himself absent-mindedly.  He stopped,
instead keeping his hands occupied by removing his VISOR and placing
it carefully on the end table. 

"I don't know of anyone that would've had the guts to go one-on-one
with her; I don't think even Worf!  And you must've really given it to
her, all right, to drive her insane like that."  Geordi placed
his hands lightly on the android's smooth jaw and forehead, trying to
discern his reaction.  He felt a puzzled twitch.

"I was only trying to function originally, Geordi.  I did not know she
would take it so badly."

How could Geordi make Data understand what he wanted to happen, how he
could help?  "Well, whatever you were thinking, it's the results that
count.  And...Captain Picard's really grateful to you for it.
Beverly is, too.  We *all* are."  Geordi paused, his hands touching
Data's face, to see whether his innocent friend would understand his
meaning.  But Data's face remained a blank. "And he's coming over
later to thank you for what you did.  I think Beverly is, too."

"Ah.  You wish me to bring you off quickly so we will have time to
dress before they get here.  I shall do so now."  Data's head
descended toward Geordi's aching member, but, with force of will,
Geordi pushed him away. Data aquiesced, as he always did.

"No, Data.  I was thinking about...well, I've found a way...there's
something I think you'd really like, but it's going to take a few
people...I mean they want to thank you.  We *all* want to thank you.
Personally."

Finally Data's head twitched to the side with enlightenment.  "Ah,"
was all he said, but a small smile played about the corners of his
mouth.

Geordi, satisfied that Data understood, removed his hands from his
friend's face and rolled over onto his belly, making sure to keep his
hands away from his cock.  He didn't want to come at least until
after the Captain arrived.  Soon he felt the tapered head of Data's
penis pressing against him, trying to ease him open; Data generated a
bit of lubrication for him and eased in just a tiny bit, causing
Geordi to draw in his breath sharply.  At the same time, Geordi felt a
silky hand probing under his hip; Data was going to pleasure him, too.

"Uh, no, Data, don't do that."  Data stopped all motion, apparently
confused.  "At least not yet.  I don't want to come right away and
spoil your fun," he admitted sheepishly.

Data seemed to accept his reasoning and withdrew his hand, instead
kissing Geordi softly on the back of the neck.  Geordi tried to think
of anything except what was happening as Data probed further inward,
always slow and gradual. Geordi was able to relax more, and Data
finally made it in all the way and began to move, lingering
deliciously inside, then outside, soon finding a steady pace. 

Geordi grabbed the carpet and tried to think of something else,
finally able to relax when Data forced himself in a few times, more
swiftly, his firm sac bumping against Geordi's, and then stopped
suddenly, his breath catching in his throat.

After only a few moments, Data slipped out and climbed off Geordi, his
hand trailing upward over the engineer's buttocks, back, and neck,
then down to his shoulder, lifting up to roll him over.  Data's soft
lips met Geordi's, and soon their bodies were in full-length contact
as Data slid on top, although he was supporting his own weight.  It
wasn't long before Geordi felt Data's dick growing hard again,
pressing firmly against his own ache.  He moaned.

"I am sorry, Geordi.  But are you sure you want to wait?  I find that
my circuit pathways are reinforced by pleasuring you."

[No, Data, I can't wait any longer!]  Luckily Geordi was saved from
voicing that particular thought by the sound of the door chime.

"Who is it?"  Data called.

"It's Jean-Luc and Beverly," came the doctor's voice.

"Come in, please, Captain."

Jean-Luc and Beverly stood at the doorway to the bedroom.  "Please
excuse us for not standing at attention, sirs," Data apologized.

"Oh, don't be silly, Data!"  Dr. Crusher laughed.  "Anyway, you're
both already standing at attention."  Data noticed her eyeing their
dicks appreciatively.  "And call us Jean-Luc and Bev.  I don't think I
could get off with all this 'sir' junk happening."  Hastily Beverly
did away with her clothing, although Jean-Luc seemed a little hesitant
at first. "Jean-Luc!"  Bev exclaimed.  "Why so shy all of a sudden? 
You sure weren't this morning with me!"

Jean-Luc then removed his uniform in a businesslike manner before
clearing his throat nervously.  "Before we begin, Mr. Data, let me
reiterate how I feel about your recent heroic act with Dr. Pulaski. 
I am truly grateful." Then, with no further ado, the Captain knelt
down beside Data and Geordi.

"Captain," Data cautioned.  "I should warn you that...."

"Oh, I get it," Beverly giggled.  "Better stop, Jean-Luc.  Never know
where that's been!"  She went to her lab coat and grabbed her one
ever-present accessory, the SteriKleen medical-grade sanitizer,
running the beam thoroughly over Data's cock.   "Okay, Jean, I think
it's safe now."  Her lips quirked in an elfin smile.

"Mm."  Data saw Jean-Luc trying to pull down his shirt; then
realizing he didn't have one on.  He abruptly took Data's erect cock
in his mouth.

Once again Data felt the wonder of hot, organic tissue surrounding
him, but it was a little different this time, of course.  Jean-Luc's
tongue worked wonders on him, and the sharp scraping of his teeth as
he bit gently on the tough android components made Data close his
eyes to better concentrate on the physical sensation.  Jean-Luc seemed
to urge him sideways, so he rolled partway onto his side, rewarded
with stimulation even farther down his shaft.  Just as he was getting
used to the rhythm, however, he felt Geordi's familiar, wide hands
clinging lovingly around his waist, and then a prodding from behind as
his lover started to stretch him.  Data felt the involuntary release
of anal lubrication that Dr. Soong had so thoughtfully designed, and
soon a familiar surge of stimulation as his friend penetrated a
little, moving in slow, deliberate circles to ease his passage. 

Data's eyes fluttered open for a moment, and he saw a strand of long,
red, wavy hair descend toward his chest; now more strands followed,
and then his face was lodged happily between Beverly's firm breasts. 
As his smooth face rubbed against skin equally as smooth, he felt her
teeth nipping the skin of his chest, soon proceeding over to the
right side to pull at his sensitive nipple.  At this time, her left
breast wobbled enticingly above him; when it dipped down to touch his
lips, he took it in and began to suck in rhythm with Bev's gentle
love-nips.

He felt Geordi penetrate a little farther at the same time as Jean-Luc
gave his penis an especially hard suck; the sensation caused his lips
to part in surprise, making him lose his grip.  Beverly kindly guided
her nipple back to him.  "Keep going, Data.  I was just starting to
enjoy that!"

Now Jean-Luc had developed a steady sucking rhythm, and Geordi had
eased in all the way and was making almost-undetectable oscillations.
Beverly had one of Data's nipples in her mouth and was now tweaking
the other with one hand.  Data grabbed her other breast in his fist,
not squeezing hard, and tried to imagine what it must be like to be a
human infant.  He drew the areola well into his mouth, as he had seen
babies do, and began a steady sucking motion that drew a gasp of
surprise from Beverly, but he knew that the pressure he was applying
was not hurting her.  He felt a contented sigh rise up in his chest,
gave in to it, something he had only simulated in the past. 

With only slight effort, he was able to integrate all the different
sensations--Jean-Luc's hot, energetic mouth, Geordi's firm pressure
from behind, the wet touch of Beverly on him, and the satisfaction of
suckling on her--into one varying buzz of pleasure.

---

Deanna Troi was putting on her swimsuit in preparation for shore
leave. She had heard that Pluntania 2 had wonderful beaches of warm,
purple sand, and she wanted to check them out first thing.  But one
last slightly-compulsive task had to be done.  Whenever she left the
ship, she opened her mind to assess the crew's emotions, just to make
sure everything was as it should be.  She stretched out on her bunk,
wearing only her bikini bottom, and let down her mind shield.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned suddenly, for a wave of incredible horniness
spiced with sharp spikes of pleasure assaulted her senses.  She felt
a rush of fluid between her legs and almost came--but it was too late. 
By reflex, she had begun closing her mind against the intense
invasion, and the feelings diminished.  [Maybe I don't need to go
swimming after all, if I can find out where the party is.] 

She reflected on the mindprints she had sensed.  They all seemed
familiar, as if they were good friends of hers, although she could not
sense the signature of Will Riker among them.

"Computer.  Tell me the location of all the senior staff."

"Captain Picard is in Second Officer Data's quarters.  First Officer
Riker is not on board the Enterprise.  Second Officer Data is in his
quarters. CMO Crusher is in Second Officer Data's quarters.  Chief
Engineer LaForge is in Second Officer Data's quarters.  Counselor Troi
is in..."

"Discontinue."  Hmmmm, so there was a party going on...in *Data's*
quarters?  And she hadn't been invited?  Well, she'd fix *that*
oversight right now!  She strode to the door, only noticing after it
had swished open that she was topless.  She quickly ran to the closet
and fished out a floral robe, not bothering to seal it until she was
halfway to the turbolift.

It tickled at the edge of her awareness, this endless pleasuring and
being pleasured.  She kept her mind closed--well, it wouldn't hurt to
peek just a little, would it?

Wham!  The excitement smashed into her like a physical wave.  She
staggered and fell against the turbolift doors just as they were
opening; luckily there was a turbolift there.  She landed on the floor
inside the car, her hand groping her own crotch.  Deanna opened her
mind further, tempted; she felt a peak of ecstasy from someone, which
caused her to climax in empathy....

A while later, a voice spoke.  "Level, please."

[Level?  Oh, that's right.  I'm in a turbolift.  And I'm going
to....*Data's quarters!*]  Deanna had totally forgotten what was
going on. Standing up and smoothing the front of her robe to cover her
wet bikini bottoms, she tried to collect her thoughts.  "Ahem.
Level...level...."

Luckily, at this point she heard a voice.  "Hold the lift!"  A hand
grabbed the door, followed by Miles O'Brien.  He was looking at Deanna
with concern.  "Are you all right, sir?"

Deanna tried to sort out her thoughts.  "Um, yes, I, um, I just
forgot...what deck does Mr. Data live on?"

"Lt. Commander Data's quarters located on Level 2," the computer
butted in helpfully.

"Oh, that's right, the computer knows all that stuff!"  Deanna
exclaimed.

"Ah--Level 6," Miles said.  "And would you like to go to level 2?"

"Ummmmmm, yes."

"Level 2."

Deanna stared at Miles hungrily while the turbolift took her to her
deck. When the doors opened, she invited, "Maybe you could join us,
Miles?"

Miles gave her a funny look.  "Ah, maybe later, Commander.  I have a
lot of people to beam down."

But Deanna was already leaving, having forgotten all about Miles.
She got to Data's quarters and rang his doorchime.  No one answered
after a few seconds, so she sampled the emotional state of the room. 
Before she knew it, she had barged right in.

---

Data felt Geordi's thrusts into him grow stronger and faster.  He
wondered whether he should warn Geordi of the probable results; then
he decided that his friend had waited long enough.  Soon he felt a
last shove from behind him, felt the hot liquid filling him, and.... 

While he had been concentrating on Geordi, he had not noticed how
close he was himself. One final swallowing motion from Jean-Luc pushed
him up and over the hill before he could stop it.

---

By the time the power throughput to his cognitive centers had
diminished enough for him to think once more, his door had swished
open to admit Counselor Troi.

"Data!  Do you mean to say you were having this much fun and didn't
invite me?"  Data only stared at her, momentarily disoriented as
Beverly leaned back to manually stimulate his nipples and Geordi moved
around to tickle his toes.  He was surprised, too, when his Captain
began maneuvering to a posterior position.

"Sorry, Deanna, I was going to call you later.  But things just got
off to such a good start...," Geordi admitted.  Data took a gander at
the counselor's moist bikini bottom and concluded that, contrary to
first appearances, she had not been swimming.

"I do not understand exactly why all of this is happening, Counselor,
but you are welcome to join us."

Commander Troi smiled and slipped out of her scant clothing.  "Okay,
but only if you promise to call me Deanna."

"Certainly--ah!"  She was already mouthing his penis.  "...Deanna."
Data saw Beverly's other breast swing into view as she scooted over to
switch sides, and he felt Jean-Luc's strong fingers massaging his
buttocks. In the background, Geordi reached into a pile of uniforms
and grabbed a commbadge; he started to speak quietly into it.  Data
could only wonder why....then he stopped wondering as the tension
built again in his servos.

---

Data had never experienced stimulation of so many different locations
at one time.  The intensity of these actions easily overrode the
protests of his modesty program.  After all, were not all these people
his good friends, people to whom he trusted his life every day?  He
could trust them now as well.  Geordi was here with him, and Geordi
would never cause him pain.

Even now, he felt his captain's arms slide up, warm about his waist;
somehow the hug made him feel more human, as if he "fit in" with
everyone. So preoccupied was he with the security of belonging, his
peak caught him unawares in a relaxed, easy climax that loosened all
his servos, casting his arms out to his sides and releasing Beverly's
nipple from his now-sated lips.

"Thank you all so very much for this experience.  Really, what I did
to Dr. Pulaski was purely to satisfy my own curiosity.  Her desertion,
although fortunate, was unanticipated," he meant to say.  But the only
sound to leave his lips was an astonished "Ooooohhhhhhh...."

"Your turn's over, Deanna," Bev demanded.  "I want him now."  And
then a callused but nimble hand was on him, drawing cum down from the
tip of his penis and massaging it in, pumping him back up before she
enveloped him in a warm, pulsing, feminine embrace, sighing as she
moved up and down.

Data wished to tell his benefactors that they had already done
everything necessary to thank him; indeed, they had done more than was
required, but just then Deanna planted a wet kiss firmly on his mouth,
invading him with her snakelike Betazoid tongue, and he noticed his
hips start to undulate without his brain's cooperation as he met her
questing mouth with his own.

At the same moment, a soft grunt behind him indicated that Jean-Luc
had climaxed; Data rode the continued thrusts for 17.6 seconds--or
was it 17.9 seconds?  Intriguing!  Something was happening to his
thought processes, but he found no error messages in his memory.  He
knew he should stop to perform a diagnostic, but there was no time for
that now as the door signal chimed.

"Come in," Geordi said.

Data was distracted, trying to look toward the door between the
curtain of Deanna's dark tresses, when he felt the amplitude and
frequency of Beverly's oscillations increasing and heard her moan
softly.  His eyelids began to drift shut.  Strange!  He knew that he
could open his eyes if he wanted to, but he realized that he did not
want to.  Somehow, everything was...calmer this way, at least for now.

In his restful state, he heard Mr. O'Brien's musical voice.  "Oh,
sorry, sir, I guess this isn't a good time.  I was worried about
Commander Troi, and the computer said she was here."

"Nonsense, Mr. O'Brien.  We're glad you stopped by.  We need your help
here."  The Captain slipped out from behind him.

"Yeah, didn't you get the message I sent?"  Geordi's voice was near.
Data opened his eyes just in time to see Deanna move around to the
side and start massaging his shoulders as Geordi kissed him from the
other side, kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips...his lips, his
chin...wide lips and flat tongue sliding down behind him as Beverly
bent lower against his chest, increasing the frequency of her
oscillations...Data reached out to his left to find the sweaty heat of
Geordi's butt cheeks and fondle them....Then his feet were being
massaged, perhaps by Mr. O'Brien, but Data found he did not really
care who it was.  His eyes drifted shut once more.

---

For hours it went on, at least it seemed like hours; his internal
chronometer had become unreliable long ago.  Likewise, most of his
diagnostics seemed to be offline as well, but somehow he was not
concerned.  An odd inertia, possibly caused by the repeated orgasms,
lulled him as the doorchime continued to sound and various crewmembers
stopped by:  Keiko, Guinan, Selar--indeed, most of the personnel from
Sickbay--Reg, Sonya.  Riker--"I beamed up as soon as I got your
message, Geordi.  What kind of thank...oh!" 

Whiskers were somewhat prickly but not at all unpleasant and imparted
a certain kind of tension when rubbed against one's scrotum, Data
found.  He filed the information away in the event anyone ever asked
him about it.  Even Worf was there to show his gratitude, although he
seemed disgusted initially at the "mamby-pamby human lovemaking."
Indeed, Data found the Klingon's love bites deliciously stimulating as
they damaged the surface of his synthoskin, even though he could tell
that Worf found the lack of blood and absence of heavy projectiles
disappointing.  Still, Data admired Worf's devotion to duty.

Fortunately, Data did not remember seeing Wesley; however, he knew
that his memory had not been functioning normally.  Right now, for
example, the exquisitely pleasant massage on the backs of his knees
was interfering with the neural connections in his memory engrams. 
Combined with the orgasm building in him yet again, the sensation made
it difficult for him to remember to breathe--a conscious function for
him--let alone form new synapses, and....  He cried out as he came
again.

---

They were still taking turns.  Some of them would go to the
replicator or to the head, or just rest on his sofa while others took
their places. Data did not know what to think of this procedure, in
the few moments when he had time to think at all.  Geordi had assured
him that all this action had a purpose.  He would have to trust his
friend.  His pseudo-semen reservoir was empty now, but he was
intrigued to find that his pleasure was not diminished; indeed, he
could not tell the difference except for the error message his brain
received with each orgasm.  He shunted the current message into a
buffer and immediately forgot about it as Selar's fingers dug under
his hair to massage his scalp and the tide of sensation took him once
more.

---

Geordi was on him, that much he knew, but somehow he could not
discern who else was where.  "Geordi?" he managed to breathe, a plea
for his friend's understanding.

"Data," Geordi sighed, bending down belly-to-belly with him, taking
his hands and drawing their arms together, rocking slowly.

"Something is...different."  Data could not think of anything more to
say; the new sensation he felt was beyond words.  It was most
certainly pleasant, however.  His breathing rate was increased, and
his sense of equilibrium was malfunctioning.

"Come on, Data.  Not much farther."  Geordi moved harder on him, his
eyes becoming two white-hot, glowing impulse drives which left
feathery ion trails across space.  Everything else seemed to fade to
the periphery. Data faintly heard a tricorder, near his head,
scanning.

"Wonderful," he whispered.  Wonderful, that was all he could think.
One word, pulsing through his mind and body again and again. 
Wonderful. He could not hold it.  He came...and began to float away. 
Someone was still scanning.  "Geordi?"  His own voice sounded far-off,
a mere whisper. Indeed, he was not sure whether he had said it aloud.

---

Flooded in white light, I float up, higher, higher.  I hear a
pounding, as of a hammer.  What is a blacksmith doing here?  Father? 
Father is wearing a rather ordinary outfit; he holds a bird's wing in
one hand.  He looks toward me.

I do not remember you, Father.  Is it you?

Yes, Data.  Welcome.  His eyes twinkle.

In a cloud of steam, he holds me; I have waited so long for this.  I
do not have any desire to let go.  Somehow everything makes sense.
There is no pain, anywhere.

Son.

Am I crying?  I cling to him, but I do not need to.  He is holding me
tight, enveloping me.  We float higher, gliding on new wings.

I see myself in his eyes, his face.  I touch him in wonder.  Time
stops. We are melded.  Higher.

---

Data could feel himself lying on his back, tucked comfortably into
blankets.  A warm body was beside him; hands lightly stroked
him--Geordi's hands.   Were his eyes open or closed?  It did not
matter.  He remembered, but he did not want to move; he could not
move.  He could not think. Instead, he just existed, for now, only in
the present.

---

Data opened his eyes as his automatic self-righting function
activated. The blankets fell from his chest as he sat up, waking
Geordi.  His chronometer came back on-line, insistent.  Several hours
had passed without his being aware.  Where were the missing memories? 

He closed his eyes to perform a self-diagnostic, and that was when
his...dream...came back to him, in perfect clarity.

"Data?  Come on, relax.  It's okay."

Twitching his head sideways in confusion, Data gradually lay back
down as Geordi tucked both of them back into their cocoon of blankets.
"Indeed, Geordi.  I believe it is...quite...'okay.'"

---
Epilogue

The Enterprise was docked at Station Deep Space Nine.  Data was
responding to a security alert in Sickbay.

"You are not authorized to be in this area."  A young, striking man
turned around to look at him.

"Say, you must be the android, Commander Data!"  He seemed fascinated
by Data's appearance.  "I'm Julian Bashir from DS9.  Sorry to borrow
your sickbay, but we just don't have this advanced equipment in our
infirmary. I found this device in the Gamma Quadrant.  No one knows
what it's used for."

Data did not know quite what to say.  Finally he decided upon,
"Doctor, do you not know that there are established protocols for
testing unknown and possibly dangerous equipment, and that they do not
include examining it on an inhabited vessel?"

"Oh, don't worry about it; it'll be *fine*!"  Bashir assured him.
"By the way, I found this power outlet in the back.  I'd like to plug
it in and see what happens.  Could we take it to Engineering?"

Data was indeed confused now.  Then he had an epiphany!  "Ah!  Is this
another human 'joke'?  I have recently accessed information on April
Fools' Day.  Could your statement be related to it?"

"Huh?  Uh, no.  I'd really like to set this up in Engineering; hook
it up to some diagnostic devices.  See what your officers make of it."

Data found himself growing slightly pseudopiqued.  "Do you mean to
say, Doctor, that you would like to activate an unknown and possibly
dangerous device while surrounded by lifeforms and near to the warp
core?"  Data quickly scanned the machine with his tricorder.  "I am
detecting a 1.4-Megadoodle subspace capacitor 2.3 centimeters from the
near side of the device.  Are you familiar with the kind of energy
surge that a subspace capacitor can generate?  It would certainly be
strong enough to kill a human and/or destabilize the warp core,
causing a breach."

"Ummmmm."  Dr. Bashir seemed at a loss for words.

They ended up testing the machine on a lifeless planetoid, using
remote probes.  They never did figure out what it was for.  Data
dreamed about it several times, though.

---

The End