The BLTS Archive - Strategies and Wagers II
by Sara (scarab@blueyonder.co.uk)

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Archive: My page on Nautika's site, thanks Nautika (g), the list
archives and anywhere else, just remind me where it's going!

Feedback: If you feel it deserves some. :o)

Author's Notes: This story is dedicated to my best friend Nautika who
met Dominic Keating today... I think she's still in orbit!... and who
has had a really tough time lately. :o)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Enterprise or her crew,
Paramount does (although if they ever get tired of Trip, I can offer
him a very good home!)

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The planet of Kyndra was like a luxury resort and therefore the
perfect spot for some shore leave. The natives seemed friendly enough
and there were a multitude of other species taking advantage of the
hospitality offered.

Malcolm Reed smiled as he lay on a lounger, a cocktail in his hand and
admired the view. Not the view across the bay and it's golden beaches,
but the view of his lover standing naked before him. A few weeks prior
to their visit to this world, he had won a wager made with his lover,
so now Trip Tucker had to cater to every whim and desire that Malcolm
had, and the Armoury officer of Earth's first warp five vessel was
enjoying every minute of it.

"So what d'ya want me t' do now?" Trip asked tersely. At first being
Malcolm's slave had been a wonderful game and he had enjoyed the tasks
he had been set. Malcolm though was now getting a little carried away
with the 'master and slave' thing and some of the things he was asking
Trip to do were pushing the engineer to his limit. This was such an
example; to walk backwards and forwards naked while Malcolm watched.
He felt embarrassed and knew that his lover was enjoying his
discomfort judging by the tenting of his shorts and the way he was
beginning to fidget.

"Come here." Malcolm said huskily, putting his drink on the table by
his side.

Trip walked towards him.

"Sit astride the lounger." Malcolm moved back spreading his legs,
mirroring the position he wanted his lover in while Trip obeyed. "I
want you to touch yourself," he said as he leant back on his elbows
watching Trip slowly began to stroke his cock. Soon the 'slave' was
hard and waiting for the 'master' to give him further instructions. He
looked into Malcolm's eyes conveying his need for something more and
was rewarded as Malcolm freed his own erection.

"I want to feel you touching me." Trip stopped what he was doing and
slowly reached out to stroke his erection but was stopped. " Only use
your mouth on me."

Trip grinned and bracing himself on Malcolm's thighs, leant forward
and nuzzled his face into the other man's crotch. Malcolm hissed at
the feel of his teeth grazing over the sensitive tip, his hands
tangling in Trip's hair, urging him to take him completely. The
engineer didn't need any further encouragement and soon Malcolm was
moaning as he felt Trip's tongue and lips bring him to the brink.
Instinctively he began to thrust into his mouth, the pace quickening
and before he could warn his lover, his orgasm hit. Trip swallowed it
all and cleaned Malcolm up as the Armoury officer tried to get his
breathing back to normal.

"As usual Trip that was great!" he finally said.

"Thank you master." Trip replied moving up Malcolm's body and kissing
him, his own erection rubbing across Malcolm's stomach.

"Do you want me to take care of that for you?"

"No, it's okay." He kissed Malcolm again and their tongues duelled
until they had to break for air, " I just wanna lay here with ya for
awhile." He draped himself across his lover's chest, feeling Malcolm
idly running his figures across his back.

"We've got to go back to the ship tonight."

Yeah." Trip chuckled and lifting his head said, "No more master and
slave."

"Don't tell me you're not enjoying it," Malcolm laughed as his lover
lay back down across his chest.

"I'll confess that some of it's been enjoyable but..." He felt
Malcolm's arms lift him slightly so that he had to look in his eyes.

"But...? You should have said something Trip, I thought this would be
fun, that we'd both enjoy it."

"I have enjoyed it." He shrugged, "It's just that we ain't seen much
of the town and I wanted t' get some pictures and souvenirs of our
time here."

"Come on then." Malcolm pushed him up and quickly walked into their
room.

"What?" Trip looked startled at the change of pace.

"Get dressed, we're going to do the tourist bit." He walked back in
side and then called out, "and you can be the master this time."

Trip grinned and quickly followed his new 'slave' planning to enjoy
every minute of it.

Jonathan Archer sat outside a cafe, a cup of coffee on the table, his
beagle Porthos dozing at his feet. He was finally feeling relaxed, as
he savoured the cool breeze that blew along the leafy avenue.

"Cap'n?"

Sighing at the intrusion, he looked up into the worried face of his
chief engineer.

"Yes Trip, what is it?"

"IlostMalcolm." The younger man said hurriedly.

"What?"

"I said I lost Malcolm."

"Well I'm sure he'll turn up at your hotel...."

"... No not that kinda lost."

"Trip, you don't mean he's...." Archer's heart sank at the thought
that on this peaceful world one of his crew had met their death.

The engineer realised where his captain's thoughts were going and
looked shocked, "No Cap'n, he ain't dead, well he wasn't when I last
saw him."

"Then what happened? Where is he?" Archer was starting to get annoyed
with the conversation.

"Well," Trip began as he sat down, "As this is our last day here
Malcolm and me thought we'd take a walk through the old town, maybe
get some souvenirs t' remind us of our time here. Anyway, we found
this bar, that was just full of guys...."

"It wasn't a gay bar was it?" Archer asked. He knew of the
relationship the two men had and although he was quite happy to turn a
blind eye if they were discreet, he didn't want them to publicly
flaunt their relationship on an alien world.

"No." Trip looked indignant. "It was kinda like a gentleman's club,
anyway they were gamblin' and stuff and we kinda got involved in a
card game and that's when it happened... and I lost Malcolm."

Archer leant forward on the table, rubbing his eyes and hoping the
dull headache that he could feel beginning to form would fade away.

"Does this have anything to do with that bet you two had?" Trip
suddenly found the tabletop fascinating and wouldn't look into his
superior officer's eyes. "I asked you a question, Commander?" The use
of his rank startled Trip and he quickly looked up.

"Well Malcolm said that while we were shoppin' he'd be my slave... and
from what he said and I said... they thought he was my manservant and
he was doin' everythin' I told him t'...."

"....and knowing you, you took it too far."

"I'm sorry Cap'n," Trip looked sheepish, "One of the guys invited me
t' join in this game which was like poker, and I told Malcolm t' get
our drinks. When he came back he didn't want t' play, said that as my
servant he knew his place and was jus' watchin'. I did okay for the
first few hands and then the bets started t' get higher. I was so sure
I had a winnin' hand...." he paused and shifted uncomfortably in his
seat. ".... I didn't have enough t' bet with and I didn't want t' fold
so someone suggested I use my manservant... I guess I just got carried
away.... but I was certain I was gonna win... then when the cards were
put down. I'd lost." He rubbed his hands across his face in
frustration, "I told the guy that won that I'd pay the debt with
somethin' else but I think he took a shine t' Malcolm and wouldn't
listen"

"Is the guy still at the bar?"

"I guess.... I don't know."

"Well we'd better find out."

The bar looked quite respectable and Malcolm Reed looked relieved when
Trip and Archer came in, after leaving Porthos with Hoshi. They walked
over to a table where a group of various aliens were sitting playing
cards.

"Excuse me." Archer said to the alien that Trip had pointed out to be
Malcolm's new 'owner', "I'm Captain Jonathan Archer and I understand
you are now in the possession of something that belongs to me." The
words made Malcolm sit up a little straighter and look over at Trip
who was looking everywhere except at his lover.

"What do you mean?" The alien stood and looked at Archer.

"I understand that one of my crew played a card game with you and used
another member as his stake."

"It was an honest game."

"I don't doubt that, it's just that he gambled with something that he
didn't own and I'm here to reclaim my property," he paused, "of course
I'll gladly compensate you for returning him to me."

"Maybe I don't want to give him up?" The man said as he sat back at
the table, his companions watching the whole scene avidly.

"Even though he's stolen property? I'm sure that the authorities on
this world would take a dim view of anyone dealing in stolen property
especially when you have said yourself it was an honest game."

"So you're saying that your crewman tried to cheat me?" The alien
looked at Trip who looked ashamed.

"Yes he did and he'll be suitably punished when we return to our
ship." Trip paled at Archer's words, knowing that this wasn't a
complete lie. "The man you now own is my personal manservant, I had
sent him on an errand with my second officer here", he pointed at
Trip, "who has a tendency to enjoy the occasional wager. This time it
looks like he got a little out of his depth and decided to use my
property to bail him out. Perhaps a demotion to cabin boy will help
prevent him from making the same mistake again." He glared at the
engineer to emphasise the point.

The aliens around the table laughed as Trip turned red and Malcolm
himself had to hide the smirk that the images of Trip dressed as a
cabin boy conjured up. The alien stood again and after a moment, where
he seemed to consider what the captain had said, clapped Archer on the
back, the force making him stagger.

"I will return your property." He laughed, "And ask that you join me
in a drink and maybe a game?" He indicated the table behind him.
Archer really wanted to get out of the bar as soon as possible, but
decided that if he appeared too eager to leave, the alien may consider
it an insult.

"I'll be happy to accept the drink but unfortunately I need to return
to my ship, so will have to decline the game."

He sat at the table while the alien called to the barman who brought
over two shot glasses of a clear liquid which looked like water but,
after one sip, Archer realised was more like rum. He watched in awe as
his companion swallowed the contents in one and then looked at him
expectantly. Smiling weakly, he did the same feeling his throat burn
as he swallowed the potent alcohol.

"I'm impressed Captain." the alien said, "Not many people have the
stomach for tajin."

"Thanks," Archer said hoarsely, as he stood to leave. "Now if we can
settle the debt, I'll leave you to continue your game."

The alien nodded and soon Archer, Trip and a very grateful Malcolm
were back on the street. As they walked back to their hotel, Archer
had to fight the urge to grin at the other two men. Both were quiet,
Trip glancing nervously at Malcolm while the Armoury officer just
looked straight ahead his face grim.

"So can I trust you two to stay out of trouble until we get back to
the ship?"

"Yes sir." Malcolm said, "And thank you."

"No problem, Malcolm." He turned to Trip, "As for you Commander, I'd
like a word when we get back onboard."

"What!? Trip looked panicked and stopped walking." You ain't serious
about me bein' a cabin boy are ya, Cap'n?" The other two men stopping
too.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't bust your ass back to
crewman, Commander." They were now standing face to face and Archer
was trying his hardest to look angry.

"Captain." Malcolm said before Trip could reply, "I believe that I was
as much to blame for this incident as Commander Tucker. I also allowed
the aliens to believe that I was his servant and should have spoken up
before things went too far." He stood at attention; "I will let you
decide on whatever punishment you feel is appropriate."

"I don't believe this." Archer turned away from Trip and shook his
head. With his back turned Malcolm and Trip looked at each other,
unsure whether their captain's behaviour was a good thing or not.
"Don't worry Malcolm, I'm not going to clap you in irons, or give you
a flogging. I'm not even going to enter this in the log." He smiled at
Malcolm, who looked stunned and then back at Trip who looked relieved.
"Although I quite like the idea of Trip being the ship's cabin boy for
a day or so. Might make him think about what he does before he rushes
headlong into disaster." He looked thoughtful as he turned away,
calling over his shoulder; " I'll have to give it some thought. Stay
out of trouble you two and if you see Hoshi, tell her I want Porthos
back."

"Yes sir." They both called backed not quite believing just how lucky
they had been.

"I'm sorry." Trip said turning to the other man. "I never meant for
that t' get outta hand."

"Trip, it doesn't matter. Let's forget it and go back to our room.
We've got to back on board in a few hours, so let's not waste our time
dwelling on what's happened, there'll be time for that later." He
started to walk to the door but was stopped by Trip grabbing his
wrist.

"So who's the slave and who's the master?" Trip asked, still holding
his wrist, his finger tracing small patterns on the back of his hand.
Malcolm smiled up at him.

"No slave and no master. Just you and me, equal partners," he grinned,
"in that lovely big bed."

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The End