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Okay, two friends of mine wrote this, and now I'm posting it for them.  Why? 
 Because our lovely authors want to remain anonymous...or, more honestly, they
 want to see if you can guess who they are and/or who wrote what.

To check your guess, or just to give a little feedback, you may send to me and
 I'll forward, or you can just post to the newsgroup as usual.  

 So many disclaimers are needed for this story it's hard to know where to
 begin.  Lesseee....
 
 The characters in this story, as well as the ship, the basic background,
 and forty acres of prime real estate in downtown Hollywood, belong to
 Paramount.  Here, they're being used for fun, not profit.
 
 In addition to being a "ST:TNG" pastiche, this is also a "Lifewish"
 pastiche.  "Lifewish" and was written by Emma Woodhouse (the slasher, not
 the Jane Austen character) awhile back.  She gave permission for this story
 to be posted.  The opening paragraphs in the brackets are from "Lifewish." 
 
 NC-17; you know why.
 
 
 
 Lovewish
 by Anon & Anon
 
 
 [     Picard froze for a moment, and struggled for another moment,
 and then to his own surprise, his arms slowly went around the body
 of the exasperating alien.
      Q chuckled.  He had gone to the right source for advice, he
 thought.  Still kissing Picard, he maneuvered them into the
 bedroom, and when they landed on the bed with Q on top of Picard,
 by the power of Q they were both naked.
      Picard started to say something, but Q's fingers covered his
 lips.  "Now, don't argue with me, Jean-Luc.  I love you and I want
 you, and I won't take no for an answer."
      Picard's lips moved under Q's fingers, but they formed, not
 words, but a kiss.  Q carefully moved his hand from Picard's mouth,
 and Picard said hoarsely, "I wasn't going to give no for an
 answer."
      Then they were kissing again.]
 
 Q couldn't help but notice how different this was from being with Tom or
 Harry.  His research subjects were sweet and lovely, tasty and distracting,
 but this was *Picard* now, and the emotional distance which had been a part
 of his enjoyment before was now lost.  Though he had intended to be
 passionate but not overwhelmingly so -- not so much that it might get Picard
 anxious -- he found his intentions were unimportant, and in short order he
 was moaning and pressing himself against this warm, firm body as completely
 as he could.
 
 Fortunately, Picard wasn't getting anxious, and was himself making a lot of
 noise and pressing back up from the bed with equal intensity.  Q opened his
 eyes to see Picard reacting and found himself suddenly awash in the hot gaze
 of those hazel orbs.
 
 And then Picard softened that gaze with a quiet smile.  "How long have you
 been planning this?" he asked, voice rumbling through Q's body from the
 connections they had made.  "Is this why you've been coming to see me all
 these months?"
 
 Q slowly slid his right hand down that lovely chest and stomach.  "Yes," he
 whispered.
 
 "Is this why you've been thinking about your friend whose lover died?"
 
 Q frowned slightly.  He really didn't want to lie to Picard, but he didn't
 want a lecture on messing with the timeline either.  "Well,
 yes...although..."  His eyes gleamed with a plan of escape.  "Turns out his
 lover isn't dead after all." 
 
 Picard felt suspicion rise, but then lost all such complex thoughts as Q's
 hand suddenly moved to his center and wrapped itself gently around his
 erection.
 
 "Ohhhh," the captain breathed.  That felt good, and it had been a long time
 for him, far too long.  He felt that warm touch continuing the change inside
 him:  affection for Q turning into something much deeper and much more
 urgent.  He realized with shock that he simply had to have Q.  Now.  And he
 let his eyes say that clearly.
 
 Q felt both desire and fear at that look.  He hadn't even considered his
 position with the boys.  There'd been no question of which role he would
 assume.  But now...he didn't feel like denying Picard anything, and certainly
 the captain wasn't going to be comfortable in a relationship where he didn't
 get to be on top at least some of the time.
 
 But still, this wasn't something that Q had tried before, not like this, not,
 really, in any form, and he quailed a bit at the vulnerability required.
 
 And then an image came to him:  two lovely young men in a cave, overwhelmed
 with each other, almost incoherent with the euphoria of being together.  Was
 he worried that he couldn't take what those children could?
 
 Reaching his decision, Q simply held on tight and rolled them over so that
 Picard was on top.  The captain looked surprised, then smiled now almost
 shyly.
 
 "Are you sure?" he murmured, touched deeply by Q's decision, by this offer,
 as he saw the hesitation lingering in those dark brown eyes.  Q nodded, and
 looked suspiciously as if he was too overcome by emotion to speak.
 
 Picard closed his eyes at the wonder of it, then lowered his head to kiss Q's
 full, sensuous mouth, then to trace a pattern down to his chin, his neck, his
 chest, listening to Q's little noises and feeling his body shiver.  This
 really wasn't so different from being with a woman -- yet, anyway.  Something
 quite new in the experience was pressing against his leg, but rather than
 making him feel awkward or uncomfortable, that hot touch was simply reminding
 him that he was with Q.
 
 And kissing Q's chest was fun.  His nipples were wonderfully sensitive, and
 his skin was soft and his muscles were firmer than he'd expected.  And each
 of his touches brought forth a growing response, until Q was groaning loudly
 and shuddering deeply.
 
 "Now, Jean-Luc," Q said finally, and drew his legs back and up.
 
 Picard was both incredibly aroused and a little puzzled.  He really didn't
 know much about this part, and he hadn't thought -- if he had ever given this
 sort of thing much thought -- that men did it in this position.  Perhaps he
 should have let Q take the lead after all.
 
 But he reminded himself almost sternly that he had been in this position
 before with women.  It was just a matter of going slowly, being careful,
 and watching for his partner's pleasure.
 
 And then he realized that it wasn't simply ignorance that made him hesitate,
 but uncertainty.  *Could* he touch Q that way?  Was he really going to be
 allowed?
 
 And abruptly Q did take the lead, without taking away from Picard's control.
  Gently, he took the captain's hand and and spread it with lubrication --
 Picard forced himself not to react unduly to the sudden appearance of the
 warm oil -- and guided those strong fingers inside himself, staring now into
 Jean-Luc's eyes with an intimacy that left them both trembling and full of a
 need to join with each other any way they could.  Picard nodded finally and,
 his erection also now covered in warm lubrication, looked down to see better
 what he was doing.
 
 And so he saw Q's erection properly for the first time:  large but not vainly
 so, flushed almost purple red and leaking at the tip, rising up nice and
 straight and eager for the touch of a lover.  And then further down he could
 see his own fingers inside Q's ass and the reality of what he was doing fell
 on him and he suddenly couldn't get inside Q fast enough.
 
 "Slowly," Q warned, sensing Picard's urgency with delight that left him weak
 and empty.  He couldn't remember ever wanting something so fiercely as he
 wanted Picard to fuck him.  "I haven't...slowly or you'll hurt me."
 
 Picard actually moaned aloud at those words.  He wouldn't hurt Q, not for the
 world, and he knew he believed those simple words completely.  Q had made
 himself real enough to be hurt, and demanded the care he would show to any
 lover.
 
 And so he put his erection as far from himself as he could, working now with
 three fingers, until Q whispered that he was ready, pushing down against
 Picard's hand and spreading his legs even wider.  Thoughts of previous lovers
 were driven from Q's mind, and the entity felt unprepared and uncertain and
 so desperate for the captain to be inside him he almost regretted telling
 Picard to go slow.
 
 But then the velvet tip of the man he loved, the man he had chosen to love,
 the man he couldn't help but adore, was pressing against him, and a hundred
 nerve endings all over his body seemed to catch fire and fill him with the
 promise of ecstasy and he tried to press back, to urge Picard forward.
 
 Oh, this was wonderful, the man thought, pushing in as hard as he dared to
 get through that tight ring.  He was inside, then, and Q was hot and tight
 and perfect against and along him.  He forced his eyes to stay open, trying
 to see everything, feel every sensation, as he pressed his pulsing cock
 inside the entity who had been nemesis, friend, and now lover.
 
 "You're perfect," Jean-Luc moaned, thrusting now, a little, back and forth,
 going in deeper each time.  Those dark eyes seemed to create a warmth that
 filled his whole body, and the flushed skin beneath him was fire to the
 touch.  Q's face, always so expressive, was a perfect depiction of pleasure,
 each moan an ode, with each new moment.  "Perfect and beautiful."
 
 Q was overcome, overwhelmed, in over his head and loving every second, every
 particle of this.  Picard was gentle and yet forceful and his body was afire
 and there was almost no pain.  And then he felt the man's testicles against
 him and knew Picard was all the way in.   His own eyes locked into that hazel
 burn and they simply stayed that way a long, long moment.
 
 "I love you," Q said, making it a vow, loving the simple human words in his
 mouth, the simple human connection in his body.
 
 Picard seemed almost confused, then smiled, and it was by far the most
 intoxicating smile Q had ever seen.
 
 "I love you too, you strange and wondrous creature."
 
 And then Picard's powerful body began to thrust, slowly, deeply, and Q felt
 the pleasure through his whole body, waves of it, increasing with each
 movement, spiraling upwards at the knowledge that at long, long last
 Jean-Luc Picard was with him, loved him, accepted him.  Moreover, he really
 knew how to fuck.
 
 "Yes!" Q shouted suddenly, surprising them both with the bellowing roar.
  "Yes!  Love!  Yes!"
 
 And in answer Picard began to thrust harder and faster, putting everything
 into each movement, his lust rising up to take him farther and harder than
 he'd ever gone.  The rush of his feelings would have terrified him, had he
 not been so pleasured, so transcended by this feeling of being with Q, of
 being in Q, of being surrounded and drawn in and loved by Q.
 
 Overcoming the awkwardness by simple desire, Picard bent and kissed Q hard
 and deep and hot and felt those long legs wrap around his back.  The strength
 of his lover was a new and heady feeling.  He need not worry about holding
 himself back.  Q was certainly a match for him, and as he laughed at the
 thought he began to drown in the heat and joy, like a man swimming through
 endless waves of love and desire and comfort and pure, white-hot pleasure.
 
 He wasn't going to last much longer, and so he doubled his motions and force
 and watched Q scream and writhe and match each thrust.  Q's erection was
 trapped between them, and when it began to release hot fluid as Q arched his
 back and howled and clenched around Picard's cock, the captain knew he could
 let go, and did, and was lost in the exploding bliss.  Screaming back now at
 the entity under him, wanting nothing more than for this to continue as long
 as possible, he thrust one more time into that perfect heat and tension and
 spent the last of himself inside the body of his lover.
 
 Neither of them knew much of anything for a time.  But eventually Picard
 roused himself and reached up to kiss Q's lips and whispered, "Your turn."
 
 Something inside Q melted at the two whispered words.  How could he ever
 have thought that Jean-Luc would hesitate or hold back?  Just the thought of
 being inside this man made Q's breath go shallow and uneven in his chest,
 and he closed his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered softly.
 
 Picard felt a tension in his chest, one that he hadn't even known was there,
 ease at the obvious emotion behind those two whispered words.  Q was being
 honest, he was serious, and he wasn't going to take Jean-Luc's offer for
 granted.  But that wasn't the only tension that he was feeling.  Because of
 the greater tension, Picard said something to Q that he'd never imagined
 himself
 saying.  "I'm a little afraid," he admitted softly.  And he was, not
 so much afraid of the actual act, but afraid of the vulnerability
 required.  *But if Q could be like that for me, why can't I be like that for
 him?*  He became aware that Q was watching him intently, and Picard guessed
 that his face had given away more than he had intended it to.
 
 "This isn't a contest, Jean-Luc," Q said gently, concern evident in his eyes. 
 
 
 "I know," Picard replied, unable to figure out how to make that one last
 gesture, how to reach out for something he suddenly wanted more than he'd ever
 wanted anything.  "Please," he whispered,  and reached out to take Q's hand
 in his own, "help me with this."  Without thinking, but knowing somehow that
 it
 was the right thing to do, he placed Q's hand on his chest.
 
 Q guessed at what Jean-Luc wanted instantly, and smiled reassuringly.  This
 was something he could do, this was something he'd wanted to do, and if it
 would help Jean-Luc get over his nervousness, he was more than happy to do
 it.  *Oh Jean-Luc,* he thought to himself, "I'll make you need me like
 you've never needed anyone.  Only you could have asked me for something so
 perfect.*
 
 Q moved his hand slightly, letting his fingers brush across the light
 dusting of hair on that chest.  "I'm going to touch you," he said, knowing
 that his voice was husky with desire.  "I want to touch you and make you
 feel good."  He pushed gently at Jean-Luc and the man fell back onto the
 bed.  "By the time I'm done touching you, you won't remember how to be
 afraid anymore."
 
 Picard closed his eyes, and let Q's voice wash over him.  That was what he'd
 wanted, to be driven to the point where his own need was finally so great
 that he could actually bring himself to ask for the pleasure.  He'd never
 let anyone know how much he held back, how hard it was for him to ask for a
 lover's touch.  Until now.  "Yessss," he hissed.
 
 "Beautiful," Q murmured, brushing a finger across Picard's left eyebrow.
 "So beautiful."  He let his fingers trace down the side of Jean-Luc's
 face, leaving the other hand resting on the man's chest.  He felt the skin
 under his fingers quiver as he reached Jean-Luc's neck, and he leaned in to
 let his mouth take over.  A combination of light nibbles and firmer kisses
 made Picard sigh, and Q smiled.  Oh this was going to be so wonderful, slowly
 leading Jean-Luc to a passion that he had never felt before.  Q thought of
 Tom then, and how that embittered, too experienced young man had been so
 determined to make sure his friend felt good.  How he'd wanted the
 experience to be the perfect first time for Harry.  And he hadn't even known
 he loved Harry until that moment, whereas Q loved the man he was stroking and
 kissing so
 much, and for so long that he ached with it.  "I love you," he said, as his
 mouth moved down Jean-Luc's chest.
 
 "Yes," Picard gasped, unable to say more.  He was falling now, falling into
 this pleasure
 that was so like and yet so unlike any he'd known before.  Q had reached his
 nipples now and was teasing them, gently at first, and then with increasing
 firmness as Jean-Luc's gasps turned into moans.  It all felt so
 overwhelming, and even as his body wanted more and still more, his mind
 fought it for a moment.  This was Q and Q was dangerous, and Q was...  No, Q
 was loving him,
 bringing him to some place he'd never been before, and Picard could trust
 him.  Needing to make sure, he managed to let go of his control and seek
 reassurance.  "Love me," he pleaded even though Q had just said he did.
 
 "I'll love you forever, Jean-Luc, I *promise* it."  And because Q was, after
 all, a Q, the promise was almost tangible, binding Q like a geas, even as it
 reassured Jean-Luc.  At exactly the same time, Q reached Jean-Luc's achingly
 hard erection, and slid his mouth down over it.  Sheltered and safe within the
 promise of Q's love and wildly aroused by the knowledge that he was, once
 more, inside Q, Picard, instead of relaxing his control, flung it aside.
 
 "Oh, God!  Oh, yes!  Q!" he yelled loudly.  Encouraged, Q would have done more
 if Picard hadn't pulled away slightly.  When Q lifted his head, he met a
 pair of pleading hazel eyes for a moment before Jean-Luc rolled over onto
 his stomach.  "Oh please," Picard moaned.  "I need you...to love me...to be
 inside me...oh please, please."
 
 Q's eyes were wide as he moved to comply.  He thought he'd seen Jean-Luc
 caught up in the moment earlier, when Jean-Luc was inside him.  But that had
 nothing on this; the man beneath him *was* passion incarnate.  Q could feel
 the lust and desire and love and need pouring off Jean-Luc in waves and
 suddenly he wanted nothing more than to fuck Jean-Luc as hard and as fast as
 he could, possibly until they both combusted.  He did nothing of the sort,
 of course.  Picard was so lost in his desire that he probably wouldn't care
 *what* Q did, but Q cared.
 
 When he felt Q's finger carefully opening him up, Jean-Luc didn't even
 hesitate before trying to relax and cooperate as much as he could.  Even
 this felt good; yes, it was strange and new, but it was so good and hot that
 he hardly noticed the faint burn as Q eased another slippery finger inside
 him.  He was concentrating now, trying to pay attention to this new feeling,
 but it
 was so hard to concentrate when part of him wanted nothing more than an end
 to the waiting.  He felt Q slide more lubricant into him and he relaxed even
 more.
 "Please," he moaned.  And again, "Please.  Oh yes, love."
 
 Q's hands were careful on Picard's hips as he carefully positioned himself and
 let the tip of his cock rest against Jean-Luc's opening.  Gritting his teeth
 in an effort to keep from going too fast, he moved inside Jean-Luc a slow
 centimeter at a time.  Jean-Luc was trembling and shaking beneath him, and Q
 could feel the tight ring of muscle clench almost painfully around him
 before Picard moaned and then relaxed.  Q thrust gently and Jean-Luc
 hesitantly pushed back, and, suddenly, Q was all the way inside.  "Feel that,
 Jean-Luc?" Q gasped.
 
 "Yes.  Oh, God.  Yes.  Are you...?"
 
 "All the way there, love.  That's me inside you."  Q leaned down and
 kissed the back of Jean-Luc's neck.  "Does it...are you all right?"
 
 "All right?"  Picard couldn't believe the question.  This was so far
 beyond anything he'd ever felt and Q was asking him if he were all right?  In
 answer he squirmed and moved until he could arch his hips up.  Despite his
 overwhelming need, he managed to get a few words out.  "I've waited...all my 
 life...to feel like this..."  But the words, particularly as incoherent as
 they were, weren't enough to convey what he felt.  A small, detached part of
 his mind was shocked at the thought that he was here in his bed with Q and
 that Q was fucking him.  Most of his concentration, however, was caught up
 in the moment, overwhelmed with emotions that he *had* waited all his life
 to feel. The fact that Q was the one to give him this moment only added to
 the emotional intensity of the experience. 
 
 Of course, it wasn't just the emotional sensations that were so
 overwhelming.  Jean-Luc was astonished at how good it felt to be fucked.
 He'd never given any thought to what it felt like, but now he was amazed at
 the heat of it, a heat that radiated from his ass all the way down to his
 toes.  It hurt a little, but that small pain was easily lost in the feeling
 of being so filled, of letting someone else inside him.  Wanting more of
 that feeling, he pushed back against Q hard and almost shouted out his next
 words.  "I love you!  Now fuck me!"  That detached part of his mind insisted
 that one simply did not talk to one's lovers like that, but he paid it no
 attention.  
 
 Pushed beyond gentleness by Jean-Luc's actions and the rough demand, Q
 clamped his fingers down hard on Picard's hips and began to move.  Ignoring
 the tears that gathered in his own eyes, the entity concentrated on how
 amazing it felt to be buried inside the man he loved, how pleased he was at
 the sounds of pleasure his actions were producing, and how much he belonged
 with this man.  "Love you..." he moaned, fucking Jean-Luc with
 ever-increasing intensity. "Love you...love you...love you..."
 
 "Yes...oh yes...love you...need you...want this...so much...
 love you..."  Picard didn't really have to speak; his whole body spoke
 for him as he tried as best as he could to meet Q's hard thrusts.  It still
 wasn't enough; he had to have more of his lover inside him, more of this rough
  intensity.  As soon as he struggled to go to his knees, Q
 understood and helped him up, somehow managing the task without having to
 pull out.
 
 It was a good thing that Starfleet valued privacy and usually did a good job
 of soundproofing officer's quarters, because as soon as Picard was on his
 knees and elbows, he began to yell out his encouragement.  "Yes!  
 Oh...Q...please...harder...feels so good..."
 
 "Yes...Jean-Luc...love you...love fucking you...being inside
 you..."
 
 That was what finally did it for Picard; the thought that Q, who loved him,
 was inside him, fucking him, made him scream again.  For the first time in a
 long time, he didn't care that he was going to come before his partner.  This
 pleasure was for him and it was Q who was giving it to him.  Screaming Q's
 name, he came, a long, drawn-out orgasm that seemingly went on forever.  
 
 When Jean-Luc came, Q yelled and let Picard's movements spur on his own 
 orgasm. A second after Q peaked, Jean-Luc collapsed and took Q down with him. 
 To both of them it seemed as if they were falling from a high cliff down into
 black velvet darkness.  Before the darkness covered both of them completely,
 Q felt something in his mind.  *Q...love you.*
 
 *Love you, Jean-Luc.*  And then for a time, the lovers knew no
 more.
 
 The End??