PASSING THE BATON
by Angelina Vansen (angelina@gunmetaldark.com)

RATING: NC-17
CODES: J/C/Mark
SUMMARY: Something I wrote just to see if I could, basically. This is my first attempt at m/m slash, and I am remarkably ignorant in the ways of the man, so please forgive me.

We came back here together, the three of us, to sort this out. Kath loves me, and she can't let go, but she's got a future with him. He's not married to someone else, for one thing, and he understands the Starfleet way better than I ever did. But we both know Kath, and how she can't step back from anything, not even me.

I feel a flood of love so strong whenever I look at her now. She's changed, with all those years in the Delta Quadrant. Now she's the Kath I'd always wanted her to be, warm and loving, vulnerable and not afraid to show it. Since guiding her crew home, she's not really out to prove anything any more. Not to me or Starfleet. Command to her is as natural as breathing, and she doesn't need to play the Captain twenty-four-seven. It was agonising, for both of us. Both of us had spent so many years fantasising about the other. So once we'd gone beyond the talking and screaming and crying, I held her, cuddled her, and then kissed her, passionately. And not only for her sake. Half of me wanted to fall back into her arms whispering of eternity again.

I expected her boyfriend to go mad, but he didn't. He just watched us with those soft, dark, unreadable eyes. Does he love her that much? Is he so understanding of her needs? I wanted to hurt him, and part of me was curious to see how much he'd let me get away with, so I led her to the bed, shedding her clothes, caressing her strange and yet familiar skin. The whole time, he was quiet, sympathetic almost. He watched us make love, and I pounded into her hard, upset, frustrated. If it wasn't for him, she'd be my wife now, if it wasn't for him ...

It was a bit too violent for Kath, I think, although she bore it with only the merest hint of tears in her eyes. She was looking at him, a part of her agonised, pleading. Wanting him to stop this, wanting him to help her. Wordlessly, obediently, he shed his own clothes, his skin golden in the bright sunshine streaming through the windows. I was angry. He was beautiful, and he was coming here, now, to take my Kath away from me, even in this, our last time together.

But he surprised me. He moved behind me and took me in his big strong arms. I was surprised by how soft his skin was, how smooth and hairless. "It's alright," he murmured, soothing me. He was so compassionate and mild for a big man, a man I had dismissed as a criminal brute, and I knew then what Kath loved in him. Almost at once, I became gentler with her, and my arms went around him, behind his neck, and I pulled his full lips to mine in an agonised kiss. He understood. He understood me, shared my pain. Hadn't he watched her from afar for years, hadn't he struggled with Captain Kath as much as I had?

I let him take me, using Kath's own juices as a lubricant between us. She watched us with patient eyes, smoothing my flanks with her little soft hands, wrapping her arms around us both. I came with him deep inside me, his hugeness grinding hard against my prostate. I shot all over Kath in enormous splatters, and she coated a couple of fingers in my semen and then brought it to her lips, as if she was trying to remember my taste. I was touched, panting and still impaled on her boyfriend's cock, but it was his eyes she was staring into, and it was him she really belonged with.

I let him withdraw from me, and he left me in a stinging but satisfied heap on the bed. Then he clambered over to her like a lion, and, without even pausing to wipe my come off her body, got on top of her and entered her. I watched them from my blissed-out haze, and he knew what she liked, where she liked to be touched, and despite what they had claimed, I knew they had done this before. Together. He built her up steadily and skilfully, gazing into her eyes, my Kath, my Kath, my beautiful Kath. She made all the same noises, gasped in all the same places, and when she came she threw her head back and cried out in exactly the same way as she had done with me. He bit down on her neck and streamed into her silently, his short, sharp buttock thrusts the only way I knew he was climaxing. Afterward, they lay entangled, the only two people in the world. I could picture this scene in my mind's eye, the two of them beneath a Delta Quadrant sky, on a Starship bridge, commanding. The chemistry was the same.

It hurt me more than I can ever describe, but it freed me, as well. Watching her make love with this beautiful creature, I knew the better man had won.

THE END


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