The BLTS Archive - Last Great Innocent
by Quoth (qtheraven@geocities.com)

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Usual disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek, the characters, and the
Jeffries Tubes. Oh, excuse the graphic use of those words, I mean the
J*ffr**s T*b*s. I am borrowing them for this story, which I own. If
you want to put it on your page, you can, but ask me first. Anything
ASC related may archive.

This is a sequel to my first fanfic work, "Technique". (End Shameless
Plug TM.)

Warning: This story contains several uses of the words "t*rb*l*ft",
"J*ffr**s T*b*", (and maybe even a "sh*ttl*cr*ft" for good measure),
in their uncensored forms! Everyone, stay alert!!

Oh, and there's m/m sex too. But that's not as bad as t*rb*l*fts,
right?

Feedback loved.

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"You're the sweet crusader,
And you're on your way,
You're the last great innocent
And that's why I love you."


Alanis Morrisette, "Mary Jane"
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Riker stretched with discomfort as he struggled to concentrate on the
crew evaluations. They weren't that difficult, just time consuming.
The problem was, they were also damned boring.

And he had something far more interesting persistently distracting
him.

Impatiently lacing his hands behind his head, he sat back on the couch
and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. As soon as he had, the
memory of silken hands and a velvet mouth on his most sensitive skin
pushed straight back into his mind. Muttering a curse, he tried to
crush the mental image.

It was no good.

Dammit, this was ridiculous! He was the first officer of the ship, not
an Academy cadet with more hormones than sense lusting after anyone
that breathes.

[No,] his inner voice informed him relentlessly. [Now you're a
Starfleet commander with more hormones than sense lusting after
someone who doesn't even *need* to breathe.]

Will pressed his hands to his eyelids. He hated this. Data was so much
like a child in so many ways that up until yesterday, Riker had never
even considered the possibility that the android could be a sexual
being.

And now, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking
about the incredible talent, the vulnerability and self-doubt, the
sheer complexity of innocence hidden under the safety of the word
"machine".

Will remembered the look on Data's face as he had told Riker that he
need not feel obliged to offer himself, simply because Data had
commented on his lack of experience in pleasuring a man sexually. It
was a look of certainty, a look that had been convinced that Riker
would quickly take the first chance to be released from such an
obligation.

[He was so sure that I'd be relieved to get out of the offer I'd
made] Will thought. [So sure that I wouldn't like him that way,
because no other man had. He was convinced I wouldn't find him
attractive.]

He hadn't seen Data since yesterday's party. Too busy with the crew
evaluations. And Data had avoided him during the party, almost as if
he was embarrassed to acknowledge what had happened on the turbolift.

[Or] thought Will in a sudden flash of insight, [as if he thought
*I'd* be embarrassed about it.]

He blew a breath out from between clenched teeth. [That has to be it.
He hasn't been with anyone since Tasha that time-- he told me so. And
she told him it never happened.] He'd been on the bridge at the time,
although he'd only just recently figured out what Tasha must have been
referring to. He shook his head. How could Data build up his
self-confidence in sexual matters if his partner -- for all Will knew,
his first -- spent one time with him, then shoved him away, curiosity
sated?

[Well] Will thought with sudden resolve, [I won't do that to him.]

"Computer, location of Commander Data."

"Commander Data is in Jefferies Tube 12-T."

Riker wondered briefly why on earth Data would spend his off-duty time
in a Jeffries Tube, but dismissed the thought as irrelevant and left
his quarters with a purposeful stride. The crew evaluations could
wait. He had something more important to attend to.

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He found Data sitting and staring pensively at the wall of the
Jeffries Tube, arms folded across his shins. He was still not entirely
certain why Data had come here, but he dismissed the thought as Data
turned in the relatively awkward dimensions of the Jeffries Tube.

"Commander Riker." Data acknowledged his presence. "Why have you come
here?"

Will decided that being forthright would be best. "I came looking for
you."

"Sir?" The startled look on Data's face added strength to Will's
suspicions. He sighed, still hoping he would be proved wrong.

"I came looking for you, Data. You've been avoiding me since... we
were together, and I was worried. The computer said you'd walled
yourself up in here, so I crawled in."

Data blinked in bewilderment. This was not at all what he had
expected. Previous experience had taught him that after he had been
intimate with someone once, his partner would prefer not to
acknowledge the event or have his presence as a reminder. He had
isolated himself voluntarily, both to give himself some solitude, and
in order that his commanding officer may be spared the unpleasantness
of having to request it of him. Apparently, though, he had misjudged.
Commander Riker had not tried to avoid him, and indeed had
inconvenienced himself in order to contact him.

"Why would you be concerned, sir? I am an android and therefore much
better able to deal with any potentially dangerous situations than a
biological crewmember," Data pointed out, with a literal air that set
alarm bells off in Will's head. Data was reverting to the distance of
professionalism again.

"Because, Data, I couldn't figure out why you were trying to avoid me.
I was trying to figure out if I'd done something to embarrass or upset
you," Will said gently. It was not strictly true, of course, he had a
fairly good idea of why Data was doing this, but he hoped it was
wrong. He knew that the implication that Data 'felt' anything would
more than likely reveal Data's real motivations for acting this way in
his hurry to correct the commander.

Data blinked in surprise. Commander Riker had been concerned for *his*
state of mind? Why? He was an android, he had no emotions...

"No sir, you have not embarrassed me at all," Data said, his soft
voice more earnest than usual. "I was simply attempting to minimise
your emotional discomfort as a result of our encounter by preventing
unnecessary contact with me."

Will groaned softly and dropped his head into his hands. He had been
right. Data did think that he was unwelcome now. As fond of Tasha as
Will had been, he wished she was here now so he could shake her and
make her see what her careless comment had done.

"Sir? Are you ill?" He looked up to see Data hovering anxiously
nearby, one hand poised over his communicator in case it was necessary
to call Sickbay.

Will caught hold of the hand and massaged it gently in both of his
own. "No, I'm not sick, Data. I'm just... frustrated. Annoyed."

"I am sorry, sir. I will leave."

"Not at you. At me. At all the people who ever treated you like some
kind of... disposable sex toy." Will sighed, unable to stand the
bewilderment on Data's features, and stared instead at the long, slim
hand that he held. It seemed so delicate next to his own tanned,
muscular ones, as if the lines had been sculpted out of fine china.
Deceptive appearance, Riker knew. He'd seen those hands pick up
boulders and toss them away as if they were mere pebbles, nothing
more. Still, for all his inhuman strength, at this moment Data
reminded Will of nothing so much as a life-size porcelain figurine.

Fragile, handle with care...

Slowly, deliberately, making sure Data could not possibly misinterpret
his meaning, he brought the hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

If Commander Riker had just informed him that the Captain had decided
to make Q the new first officer, Data could not have been more
stunned.

"Sir?" he managed to ask.

"Will, Data. Remember?" Riker gently reminded him as he took him in
his arms. Data stared up at him, still looking confused, apparently
only just realising that this was what Will actually wanted.

Will carefully cupped his hand under Data's chin and kissed him. Not
urgently or with desire, although that was certainly present. Right
now he wanted to show Data that he was important, that he mattered.

Gently he leaned forward, cradling Data's shoulders in his hands,
lowering him slowly until Data lay on the deck of the close, cramped
Jeffries tube. He stroked the baby fine chocolate brown hair for a few
moments, savouring the texture on his fingertips. It felt like each
strand was made of web-thin silk. He searched for the closure of
Data's uniform, wanting to see Data's smooth, slender body again.
Finding it, he released it and began to peel the mustard and black
uniform away from golden shoulders.

Data lay still, confused, unsure of what he was expected to do. It
seemed to him that Commander Riker-- Will-- wanted him to do or say
something, but Data had no idea of what that something should be.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Will gently placed a finger to his
lips. "Shh, it's all right," he whispered. "Just tell me what you want
me to do. Everything will be fine."

Data did not know what to say. He did not want anything, he was a
machine--

"Do you want me to do what you did for me?" Will pressed, realising he
would have to take the initiative here. Without the familiar concept
of fulfilling his partner's desires, Data was lost when it came to his
own.

Taking a glance of helpless confusion as a 'yes', he slid the
formfitting mustard uniform over Data's arms and down his chest,
stopping at his waist. When Data did not move, Will prompted him by
saying, "Data, you'll need to lift your hips so I can take your
clothes off."

Was he being ordered to do so? Data was not sure, but he obeyed the
request in any case, and Riker pulled the one piece uniform over the
slim golden hips and off the body. He stopped a little to admire the
view. Yes, Doctor Soong had indeed wanted any... interaction... with
his creation to be pleasant. Yet he noticed that Data was apparently
not excited.

Swallowing his frustration at the fragile sense of self that forbade
Data from considering himself, Will decided that he would have to
solve that problem himself. He slid his hands to Data's penis, and was
mildly surprised to hear a startled gasp from the android, amber eyes
wide. [Didn't he realise I'd want to please him-- no, maybe not.]
Sighing, he began to gently stroke, letting his fingers trace over the
warm, soft golden skin. A smile crept to his lips as he saw that his
touch was affecting Data, and he felt a definite hardening under his
fingertips.

Data gasped as he felt sudden, strange sensations in his groin. He ran
a self diagnostic, and was stunned to find that he had developed an
erection involuntarily. That particular program should most definitely
be under voluntary control, and Data was further alarmed to discover
that he could not reverse the effect. Something was very wrong.

"Sir?" He tried to call out a warning, to tell Commander Riker that he
must stop, but all that emerged was a hoarse whisper. The first
officer, for his part, completely ignored the strangled plea and
continued to stroke with light, teasing strokes. Finally, Data
realised why Riker was not responding.

"Will? Sir," he gasped, becoming almost desperate, "you must stop,
please. Something is wrong, something--"

Will stopped instantly. "What is it?"

"I... cannot control my reactions, they are proceeding despite my
commands to stop--"

"Data, relax. Your body isn't going to attack me, or you. Just let
your body decide what it wants, okay? It'll be fine," Will whispered
as he dropped a light kiss on Data's pale lips. [Twenty seven years
old, and he's afraid of his own sexuality. I'm going to kill everyone
who ever did this to him...]

At Data's unsure, reluctant nod, Will bent his head to the android's
hips and began to delicately lick at the golden shaft. A soft,
wondering cry escaped the thin, pale lips, and a hand crept down
involuntarily to touch Will's cheek. Will gently grasped the hand and
squeezed it reassuringly before taking Data's erection in his mouth
and beginning to carefully suck.

And Data lost awareness of the passing of time, of the cramped
dimensions of the Jeffries Tube, of everything but the sensations, the
*feelings*, that he could not fully process or understand. He knew
dimly that he was not supposed to feel this, it was theoretically
impossible -- but that did not matter. Nothing mattered except feeling
this... this unfamiliar heat that flamed within his hips and made
rational thought impossible, wiped out by the intense surges in his
mind. Nothing mattered, except feeling it. Savouring it. Appreciating
it with every fibre of his being.

[Is this what humans called passion? Or joy?]

He was only vaguely aware of the strangely distant sound of someone
moaning as if in extreme pleasure. He briefly wondered if it was Co--
Will making those sounds, but soon forgot even that as he felt a human
hand roaming between his legs, carefully squeezing the smooth, tight
sac it found there.

Satisfied that his plan was succeeding as he heard Data moan with an
abandon none on the Enterprise had ever heard before from the android,
Will sucked as hard as he could while starting to squeeze with his
hand. He was delighted when Data cried out in response and lifted his
hips off the ground, enjoying the instinctive reaction. How others
could fail to see that this tin man had a heart was beyond him.

[You only have to look in his eyes.] Will glanced up at Data's face to
see those golden eyes tightly closed, mouth hanging slightly open,
amazement and pleasure evident on his face.

Clamping his lips down, Will sucked as hard as he could, wanting to
bring Data to orgasm. He wondered if Data had ever climaxed before.
Surely he had. Surely not every woman he had ever had in twenty seven
years had been selfish enough to merely use him as an exotic toy.
Surely not...

That scenario, which Will knew was all too possible, horrified him
even as he heard Data give out a sharp cry that echoed in the confined
Jeffries Tube, and Will found his mouth filling with Data's creamy
liquid. He was surprised to find that it tasted almost like honey,
sweet but not too sweet. Obviously Doctor Soong had wanted Data's
partner to enjoy this particular experience. Will certainly didn't
mind swallowing this at all.

Data's eyes were fluttering open as his awareness slowly returned. He
looked up at the ceiling of the Jeffries Tube as Will leaned over to
look him in the face, studying the wonderstruck gold countenance
intently. [Don't say it, Data, please don't say it...]

Data drew in a deep breath. "Was... sir, was that..."

[Damn you all!] Will bit his lip, trying not to show his anger in case
Data thought it was directed at him. "Yes, it was," he said as gently
as he could. "That's what I felt when you did that for me."

Data blinked in amazement. "Intriguing. This has been a... unique
experience for me. I have never... *felt* anything like that before."

[Dammit, Tasha, didn't you even THINK?! I know, the intoxicating virus
and all that, but still...] "I see," Will said. "Was it a good
feeling?"

Data hesitated, then nodded.

"Well, then, I'm glad." After sneaking another tasty kiss, Will helped
Data to sit up. "Data, I'm not going to push you into anything. But,
if you ever want to be with me like this again, I'd be more than happy
to. Okay?"

"Oh-kay." Data struggled with the informal expression. His speech
patterns, programmed with a high level of formality as a default, had
difficulty with casual words and phrases. He picked up his uniform and
began to slide into it as best he could in the cramped space.

Will sighed. "You should have hidden out in a shuttlecraft. We would
have had more room," he threw teasingly over his shoulder as they
prepared to leave.

"In that case, I shall be in the shuttlebay in thirty two minutes."

Will's head jerked up as he spun half around on his knees. And there
was no doubt about it-- Data was smiling.

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The End