Pavel struggled fiercely, squirming under the sudden, unexpected kiss. A clinical part of his brain remarked on the fact that Sulu did, indeed, have enough weight for impractical purposes - though another part insisted that it was simply the element of surprise, and if he applied himself, he could push the helmsman off of him.
The problem was there was a third part that didn't want to.
Sulu's hands were beginning to pull at the fastening of his tunic and Pavel reached up, ostensibly to stop him. Instead, he found himself groping for the seam of Sulu's. It came open as the lieutenant ripped his open clear down the side. Sulu's mouth immediately went to his nipple, sucking and biting at the sensitive knob. Pavel gasped, "No, stop..." and the helmsman's hand covered his mouth.
"Shut up, Pasha," Sulu snarled. "I don't want to hear one more fucking word out of you." The deep voice worked its magic and Pavel subsided, writhing now in pleasure beneath the strong, wiry body on top of him.
The rest of their clothing was swiftly disposed of, the Russian groping at Sulu's flesh nearly as often as his own was grabbed.
"You're such a little bastard," Sulu told him with a lascivious sneer and Pavel shivered. "This is how you want it, isn't it?" The lieutenant leaned close to him, licking at his ear. "I can give it to you," he whispered. "I can give you as harsh and as hard as you need." Teeth nipped his earlobe. "And if you're not in the mood to cooperate," another sharp bite, "I can see to that, too." Sulu raised himself up, staring down at the navigator. "Raise your arms over your head," he commanded.
Pavel swallowed and hesitated. Sulu's eyes hardened and he harshly slapped the Russian's face. "Do what I tell you," he snapped.
Flushing, Pavel obeyed, slowly raising his arms as instructed. He felt cloth being tied around his wrists, holding them tightly together. Sulu's erect cock came up to his face as the helmsman leaned forward, and it was all Pavel could do not to lick it. When Sulu again moved down to straddle him, he realized that his hands were somehow fastened to the head of the bed.
The almond eyes gleamed at him and knowledgeable hands began exploring his body, languid and sensual. "You really are a beauty," Sulu murmured, his voice like dark satin, and as it had the night before, it sent desire racing through the navigator. "Using you last night was so damned arousing - and you tell me you don't know if you want it again?" He laughed, a sexy, sultry sound and Pavel had to close his eyes against the hedonism. "I think, Pasha, that you know exactly what you want. And it really doesn't matter," he bent down kissing the soft lips, licking them, sucking on the ensign's tongue. "Because now I know what you want. And I definitely know what I want."
"Sulu," Pavel managed hoarsely, "please, I..."
"No talking, Pasha. I said not one more word, didn't I. Don't make me gag that luscious mouth of yours."
The shudder that went through Pavel's body centered itself in his groin, making his already erect organ flush and thicken. As long as you keep talking to me, he thought helplessly. He nearly panicked when the helmsman climbed off of him. He grunted questioningly, only to feel Sulu's hands at his ankles. Fear took him and he started to kick. Sulu's hard slap of his cock stopped the navigator cold. His legs were swiftly tied, his body stretched out on the bed. The helmsman tickled his helpless feet, chuckling at the squirming reaction, then climbed back over him, sitting on his thighs. Sulu drew his fingertip along Pavel's hard cock, making it jump. "Did I mention last night how responsive you are, and how pleasing that is?" He bent again, licking and nipping at the ruddy flesh. "And I like the way you taste," he said with a wicked leer, and took the swollen head in his mouth, enveloping it in warm, wet pleasure. Pavel groaned, careful to make sure the sound contained no recognizable words. Sulu's tongue was tantalizing, tormenting his erection with slow, luxurious movements, the helmsman's talented mouth sucking him more deeply, then sliding back, releasing him. The pleasure was almost more than he could stand. Then Sulu turned around, inching back on Pavel's body, bringing his cock to the ensign's mouth.
"Suck me, my pretty one," Sulu crooned and again engulfed the Russian's cock.
The feel of Pavel's lips on his erection was searingly sweet. It had always been one of Sulu's favorite acts, to suck and be sucked simultaneously. It was better, he knew, if his partner's hands were free to caress and manipulate his cock and balls, but there was enough anger left in him that he wasn't about to let the ensign loose. That anger fueled his desire and gave heady excuse for his behavior. He wasn't going to let Pavel play him. He'd give the navigator dominance if that's what turned him on; he had no trouble playing master and slave; but not and let Pavel insult and taunt him when they weren't in bed. Not and let him get away with this 'I don't know what I want, I need more information, and it's all your fault' crap. Not by a long shot.
He felt the Russian's lips parting, the mouth opening to take in his dylithiun-hard organ. He started thrusting, gently at first, moaning his approval. He went slowly, letting Pavel get used to the rhythm, matching it on the ensign's cock. He pushed in deeper, easing back at the slight gagging noise, then pressing forward again as the navigator adjusted. More and more, deeper and deeper he slid into the warm wetness. Then he let his hunger take him and thrust all the way to the back of Pavel's throat.
There was no sound but that of choking, and he laughed, and devoured the cock before him. Pavel strained and bucked beneath him, he could feel the Russian's heart thundering against his stomach and chest. He kept moving, driving his cock forward with brutal force, sucking with equal ferocity, one hand squeezing Pavel's scrotum with bruising intensity. He took a second to slide the fingers of his other hand into his mouth, then, reached forward, slipping one, then two, then three between the globes of the ensign's buttocks and into his anus.
The shriek vibrated against his erection. The cock in his mouth began spurting in climax. The sensation triggered his own orgasm and he pressed his hips down hard on the navigator's mouth, simultaneously drinking the salty fluid pumping into his. When the body beneath him stopped thrashing, he lapped up the last delicious drop of ejaculate and sat up.
"Swallow, Pasha," he said.
He heard the hoarse breathing, felt the breath from Pavel's nose tickling his balls. He carefully raised one leg, swinging it up and over the Russian's head so that he was kneeling beside it. Pavel's face was red, the brown eyes tightly shut. Sulu lightly slapped his cheek.
"I said swallow," he repeated. He pressed his cock against the ensign's lips until he saw the adam's apple moving, the throat contracting. "Good boy," he crooned and felt the shudder that went through his lover. Then he bent his head, kissing the swollen, bruised lips, licking the last traces of jism from Pavel's mouth, drawing the Russian's tongue into his mouth to taste his own juice. He laid down on his side next to the navigator's stretched-out body, gently skimming his fingertips over the sweat-streaked skin.
With the slowing of his heart, sense returned to Pavel's brain. He had made Sulu angry deliberately. Why? So that he would do this to me? Again?
And does this not count as simply more experimentation, more information?
He shifted in his bonds, the stretching of the muscles in his arms and legs becoming uncomfortable. "Hikaru," he murmured, "untie me."
"No," Sulu replied, his voice light and provocative. "I don't think I will."
The word was out before Pavel could stop it. "Why?"
"Because I like the way you look. I like having you helpless."
The Russian shivered. "I won't be able to respond for..." he began.
"That's alright," Sulu replied, his caresses continuing. "Maybe this way I can actually get you to talk to me."
Pavel flushed. "Hikaru, I am sorry for..."
"No, you're not. You did it on purpose. Would you like to discuss why?"
A frown came over the ensign's features. "Not like this."
"Okay," Sulu conceded easily. "Then I'll just wait until you can - respond again." He smiled and pinched one of Pavel's nipples, then chuckled and kissed him.
Pavel began struggling. "Let me go, Sulu," he said warningly.
"And just how are you going to make me?" the lieutenant asked. The other nipple was pinched, and Sulu thrust his hips against Pavel's side. "Mmm, I like the way you move," he whispered.
Pavel immediately stopped and Sulu chuckled. His hands renewed their slow, sensual exploration.
"Sulu, there is no need to..."
"I need it," the helmsman interrupted. "I do occasionally get to have my needs met here, Pav."
"Occasionally?" Pavel grunted archly. "Your needs are the only ones..."
Sulu slapped him. Pavel glared. "I won't let you lie to me," Sulu growled. "You orchestrated this because it was what you need. I'm not an idiot."
The Russian clenched his teeth. "I never said you were."
"Then admit that this is what you want and we can discuss it like adults."
"While you have me at your mercy..."
Sulu sighed. "Pavel, I'm at your mercy. Don't you see that?" He sat up. "You're calling the shots. You tease me all day with your come-ons and innuendos but I'm not allowed to tease you back. You set the time and place we'll meet, when we'll talk, even what we'll talk about. We share incredibly hot lovemaking, then you deny it and call it an experiment."
"It was..." Pavel began.
"Bullshit!" Sulu snapped and the ensign couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath and the twinge of arousal that came with it. "We made love," the helmsman enunciated. "You wanted it. I wanted it. And now you want to pretend it was something else because that's what gets you hot." The dark eyes closed. "I can do that, Pavel, I really can. But not here, in private, when it's just you and me alone with what we feel. Here you'll be honest with me, and with yourself." Sulu's eyes opened again, and there was anguish behind the steel. "Then we can play dominance games to your heart's content."
"Hikaru," Pavel tried desperately, "this is not a game. I truly do not..."
"Then we'll find out," Sulu cut him off. "And we'll start right now."
The Russian burst into a furious attempt to wrest himself free from the bondage. "Let me go!" he demanded. "Or I swear by all that is holy..."
"You'll do what? Report me?" Sulu laughed. "Then I'll have to tell all of Security about your experiment, won't I?"
Tears of frustration burned in Pavel's eyes. "Sulu, please..."
Abruptly the lieutenant was straddling him again. "Listen to me, Pavel," he said. "You might as well give in, because I'm not letting you leave here before we settle this."
"I do not know what it is you wish to settle!" the ensign cried.
"What you want. What I want. What we're going to have together. The rules of the game and how to play it. After that, we can concoct any pretense you'd like to present to the rest of the ship." Sulu leaned down and very gently kissed Pavel on the cheek. "I'll teach you all you want to learn." He kissed the other cheek. "In whatever way you want to learn it." His lips brushed Pavel's nose. "I'll be gentle and tender." He bit the ensign's lips. "Or as demanding as you want." A final kiss touched the Russian's forehead. "But don't tell me you don't know what you want."
"What I want," Pavel growled, "is for you to untie me."
"No," Sulu replied, then again climbed off of the ensign's body. "What you want is for me to dominate you. You want my demands, my commands. You want me to rule your pleasure so you don't have to face the dirty little fact that you like it rough." Pavel watched as well as he could as Sulu crossed the room to his wardrobe, putting on the silk kimono he had worn the night before. The lieutenant suddenly turned to face him again. "Tell me, did Uhura put you up to this?"
"Why would she..." Pavel began.
"Because she knows me. She knows my - tastes. She knows I can be the kind of master you need."
The words made the ensign shudder all over again. "Why would you or she think I needed a master?" he asked, though his voice stammered on the word.
"Well, if I didn't already have indication enough," Sulu said, moving toward the bed with the grace of a stalking panther, "There's the way your cock's firming up right now."
"No..." Pavel said, then bit the word off, wincing.
"Did you think I was going to slap you again?" Sulu whispered, coming closer.
"The thought occurred to me," the navigator admitted grimly.
"Good." The helmsman smiled, then did just that, the palm of his hand cracking down onto Pavel's genitals. The Russian let out a sharp cry. Sulu moved to a small cabinet, returning with the bottle of Pravda. "Would you like a drink, Pasha?" he asked, unscrewing the cap.
"Yes, very much."
The lieutenant sat on the bed, slipping his hand behind Pavel's head. He raised the bottle to the ensign's lips, pouring a measured mouthful.
"Spasiba," Pavel said after swallowing.
"Another?" Sulu said.
"Yes, please."
"Such nice manners," Sulu murmured. Pavel shivered and swallowed another mouthful of the vodka. "One more?"
"Yes."
Again the bottle was held to his mouth, but this time, Sulu didn't remove it. "Drink it, Pavel," he ordered. The Russian's eyes widened, but he gulped at the burning liquid. Sulu tilted the bottle farther, the alcohol rushing faster into Pavel's mouth. He swallowed more quickly and the bottle was tipped up again. The vodka began running out of the corners of his mouth and he coughed, choking. Abruptly it was taken away. "Not very polite of you to waste my good vodka like that," Sulu said, a touch of menace in the satin tone. "I think I need to teach you better behavior."
He disappeared from Pavel's view for just a moment and the navigator remembered the box beneath the bed. Fear started coursing through him, confirmed when Sulu reappeared with the leather strap in his hands. Shame flooded him nearly as quickly as the hunger did.
"You remember, don't you," Sulu whispered. "You loved the heat this put in you." He paused, his eyes boring into Pavel's. "Didn't you, little one?"
Pavel groaned helplessly, then gasped as the strap came down across his chest. The welt tingled with desire. "It's time for the truth, now, Pavel," Sulu growled. "You loved the way I strapped you, didn't you?"
"Yes," the Russian hissed.
"Good boy," Sulu said, and bent, kissing the mark the leather had left and Pavel couldn't stop his moan. "Now, did you like what I just did?"
"With..." Pavel stammered, "with the strap or the vodka?"
Sulu chuckled. "Good boy," he repeated. "Both."
The ensign flushed. "The strap..." he paused, "yes. The vodka not so much."
"Very good, Pasha." The helmsman knelt on the bed, the silk of the kimono tickling Pavel's skin. He stroked the navigator's forehead, brushing the hair away from it. "Did you like my forcing you to suck me?" he asked.
Pavel swallowed, his eyes downcast. "Yes."
"And making you swallow?"
A fierce blush. "Yes."
"How about the taste?"
The Russian's voice was barely audible. "You are delicious, Hikaru."
"Thank you. So are you." Sulu smiled and kissed him. "See, it isn't so hard to be honest, is it?"
"Will you untie me now?"
"No."
Sulu watched carefully as Pavel's body flushed with frustrated anger. He'd taken things too far to stop now. He hadn't meant to make the Russian face it all so soon, but - there it was. He wasn't puzzled by the ensign's behavior anymore, though he knew Pavel probably would be for some time to come. But if I can make him really see, he won't be able to deny it later. Oh sure, he might play at denying it, but he's too honest not to admit the truth once he's shown it.
I wonder if Uhura really did put him up to it.
He began again to caress the body displayed before him, laying the strap on the bed beside him. "You know that my commanding you arouses you," he said, careful to make his voice soft and silken. Pavel responded to his tone with a visible shudder. "You know that adding pain to the command arouses you more." He gave the Russian's flesh sharp little pinches, enjoying the small gasps that accompanied each one. "The humiliation of begging is good, but that of the vodka," he chuckled, using Pavel's own words, "not so much. Now we're going to learn what else your body enjoys."
"I do not enjoy being tied," Pavel muttered, and Sulu could hear the attempt at brusqueness.
"Hmmm," he returned noncommittally. "Let's test that, shall we?"
He moved up on the bed, carefully undoing the knots that held Pavel's hands to the headboard of the bed, though he left them tied together. He helped the navigator to a sitting position. "You're going to cooperate with my experiment, aren't you, Pasha?" he said.
"What am I to do?" the ensign grunted.
"I'm going to try something I find stimulating and see if it stimulates you. Then I'm going to see if it's more stimulating when you're bound."
The ensign stared at him, his face set. "And if I do not cooperate?"
Sulu smiled. He's forgotten about the strap. The helmsman stood, picking it up from the bed. Pavel's eyes went wide and the leather struck him across the back. He cried out, then swore gutturally in Russian.
"Was that 'thank you'?" Sulu asked, his tone wry amusement. "No, I don't think it was." The strap again came down on the ensign's body. Pavel tried to twist away, not easy as his feet were still securely bound to the foot of the bed. "I see, you want it on your backside," Sulu said and placed his foot on the Russian's shoulder, toppling him to his side. Quickly he moved forward, grabbing the ensign's hips, pulling him up onto his knees, his arms in front of him, his head on the mattress. The ropes around the navigator's ankles twisted. Without giving the Russian time to catch his breath, Sulu raised the strap and began raining blows on the tender buttocks. It was more severe than the night before, but he matched the number of strikes; seven. When he stopped, appreciating the hot red stripes, Pavel's body was trembling. Sulu again knelt on the bed, whispering into Pavel's ear.
"Of course, that's really more of an incentive for you not to cooperate, isn't it?" he said. The ensign only moaned. "Tell me, Pasha, was that better for having been bound?"
He could hear the utter shame as Pavel whispered, "yes."
"Do you like being tied?"
"Yes."
"Good boy."
Sulu stood, crossing the room to his dresser. There was a bottle of massage oil among his toiletries and he returned to the bed with it. He poured a small amount into his hand, then gently applied it to Pavel's reddened backside. The Russian was still trembling.
"There," Sulu crooned, "we have to keep beautiful skin like yours nice and soft. Repeated spanking tends to toughen it." He felt the way the ensign's body started at the words, and chuckled. "Yes, my sweet Pasha, this is definitely not going to be an occasional thing," he murmured lasciviously. "In fact, I think we'll make it a nice evening routine, hmm?" He poured more oil onto the navigator's upturned rear, letting it trickle slowly between the fleshy globes. "You'll come to my cabin after dinner," Sulu said, weaving an erotic spell of words, "and strip at the door." He caressed Pavel's buttocks, letting his fingers tickle and stroke down the crack. "Then you'll go to the bed - crawling, I think. I so loved the way that looked." Pavel made a half-swallowed sound, but Sulu ignored it. He started pushing his fingers into the recessed orifice, moving them slowly in and out. "I'll leave the strap on the bed for you, Pasha, and you'll bring it to me. In your teeth." Sulu stood, releasing the ropes that held the Russian's ankles together, but not the ones that kept him tied to the bed. The ensign was shaking, his breathing hoarse. "And you'll lay it on my lap, and you'll tell me what a good boy you've been," Sulu said as he moved behind his captive, pressing his cock against the slick flesh. "You'll tell me that my good, good boy deserves a nice, hot reward, and you'll beg me to...."
Pavel abruptly collapsed onto his side, his chest heaving in convulsive sobs.
Oh fuck, too much, Sulu thought reproachfully and hurriedly reached to release the ensign's ankles. He undid the cloth ties at the Russian's hands, pulling Pavel into his arms "It's alright, Pav," he said soothingly. "That's all for tonight. Just let it go, I'm here, no more now, I promise." He kept his voice soft but strong, punctuating his reassurance with warm, gentle kisses. After a few moments, the tense form melted against him. Pavel's arms came around his neck and the Russian wept against his shoulder. Sulu continued to settle and calm him, murmuring that it was over and there would be no more games for the night. He quite deliberately didn't promise there would be no more ever. That wasn't what Pavel wanted. It wasn't what he wanted.
When at last the navigator was out of tears, Sulu laid him back on the bed, drawing the blankets up over them both. "Sleep, Pasha," he whispered. "We'll talk about all of it tomorrow." He gave the tender mouth one final, loving kiss, then ordered the lights of the cabin out.
"I heard you lost your virginity last night."
He froze for a moment, then lifted the flat spoon to his mouth as if nothing had been said.
The guard leaned in closer. "I heard you enjoyed it."
He became very still. "It's no concern of yours," he replied at last.
"Oh, but it is. Since I know you were only doing it so that when I...."
"No." Sulu reached out, touching his shoulder possessively. "He's mine. No one touches him except me."
Wakefulness came with a start. Pavel felt the arm resting across his waist and panicked, pushing the figure away from him. His back was against the bulkhead, and he pressed against it, grabbing at the sheets, staring wildly around him.
"It's okay, Pasha," Sulu's voice said gently, and Pavel blinked, chasing the disorientation of the nightmare away.
"Sulu?" he said somewhat dubiously.
The lieutenant smiled. "Hikaru," he returned.
The events of the night before came rushing back and Pavel closed his eyes against the relentless memories. He could feel the helmsman moving off the bed, then returning. "Here," Sulu said. "Put this on."
"Spasiba," the navigator muttered as he took the robe Sulu held out to him. When he opened his eyes, he noted that the lieutenant's kimono was tightly belted.
"Do you want coffee?" Sulu was saying as he padded to the replicator.
"Da. S'spevk e saharom."
Sulu looked back at him with a teasing grin. "Lose your English?" he asked.
Pavel shook his head. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I said, yes, with cream and sugar, please."
"Anything to eat?"
The ensign swallowed, shuddering at the remembered salt-musk taste in his mouth. "No, nothing."
The helmsman returned with a tray, setting it down on the bed. "What happened to a hearty beginning to the day?" he joked as he sat down on the mattress.
"I have no appetite this morning," Pavel replied softly.
"Okay," Sulu rejoined. After several seconds and several sips of coffee, he started, "Pavel, about last night..." on top of the Russian's own,
"Sulu, about last night..."
"Hikaru," Sulu said again.
"You were about to say?" Pavel rejoined with exaggerated politeness, ignoring Sulu's last word. The lieutenant frowned slightly, but took a breath and went on.
"We need to talk about what you want from this," he gestured vaguely around the room. "You need to be honest, we both need to forget about games and double-thinks." The dark eyes glanced at him. "Can you do that, Pasha?"
"Sulu, you must be clear..." Pavel began.
"Hikaru," Sulu said for the third time.
"Sulu," the ensign repeated, "I must tell you..." He stopped briefly as the helmsman's eyes closed. He couldn't read the expression on the Asian's face, but when the almond eyes opened again, they were full of equal measures of resolution and resignation. "I must tell you, when I came here last night, I truly intended only to discuss - well - the results of my experiment."
"Of course," the helmsman replied. When he said nothing more, Pavel took a deep breath and went on.
"I have talked about - things - with Nyota, and I have realized that..." He felt himself blushing. "...your voice has... I find it... compelling," he finished quietly.
"Go on," Sulu said tonelessly.
"And... I find myself... doing things which I would not normally do." He paused, and gazed intently into Sulu's eyes. "Things I do not wish to do."
"Bullshit, but go on," the lieutenant said, again, without inflection.
Pavel frowned. "You believe I do not know..."
"No, but what I think isn't the point," Sulu interrupted. "Go on."
Pavel deliberately put his cup down on the tray, then got off the bed, drawing the robe more firmly around his body. "I am trying to be honest with you," he stated brusquely.
"No, but again, go on."
The Russian turned, staring down at the lieutenant.
"If you continue to react in such a negative manner, this conversation will get us nowhere," he admonished.
"This conversation is already getting us nowhere," Sulu returned, standing up himself.
"Sulu..." Pavel growled.
"Hikaru!" The helmsman nearly shouted. "But you won't use it so I don't know why I bother." He took several steps away, obviously heading for the door to the head. "Look, Pavel, I'm sorry about last night. I went too far, I know. I thought with all your teasing yesterday, and how you acted when..." He stopped, sighing deeply. "I was wrong. You're not ready to stop the head-games." He turned again, facing the navigator. "We're still friends. But until you're ready to admit what you want, I won't play the Judas goat."
Pavel's voice was a frustrated hiss. "How many times must I tell you I do not know what I want!"
"Then figure it out, Chekov," Sulu snarled back. "Because I know what I want."
The tone was too much, and Pavel felt himself stiffen. "Yes, you want your little chiksa," he growled back.
"Hell no, the last thing I need is a fucking Russian princess," Sulu spat. "I've already got one of those."
Before he knew it, Pavel launched himself at Sulu, swearing hoarsely in Russian. He felt Sulu grabbing his arm, felt the shift in body weight and he was neatly flipped over the lieutenant's back.
"Stop it, Chekov," Sulu said. Pavel got to his feet and rushed headfirst into the helmsman's stomach. Sulu went down, but he pulled the navigator with him, rolling Pavel over his head. He didn't let go of the Russian's hands, and so somersaulted over the ensign's prone body, ending up on his feet and pulling Pavel up to stand again. He let go. Pavel stumbled. Sulu stepped forward, crushing the younger man in a bear-hug.
"What I want," he whispered fiercely, "is you."
Then he stepped back and swiftly moved to the door of the head, disappearing inside it.
Pavel stood in the center of the room for several moments, shaking. Then he located his clothing, dressed, and quickly fled the cabin.
Sulu stood under the shower, trembling, unable to differentiate the hot water on his face from the tears that fell freely from his eyes.
"Did you use it with him?"
"Once or twice."
"Pavel, you know what that means - or at least what it will mean to him."
Pavel stood in the shower, eyes closed, trying desperately not to think. He couldn't sort out the confusion in his head, he couldn't make sense of his own actions. And for the first time in his life, he didn't want to. He wanted the last two nights to have never happened. He wanted only to return to his life, his duty and the easy friendship that the Mergonian detention camp had destroyed. I will have no more discussions about sexuality with Nyota, he vowed. I will forget what happened, I will bury it as though it never was. You are strong, Pavel Andrevitch Chekov. You will do this.
And his voice will haunt me no more.