Subject: New:SFFII The moment of Dying (TOS/TNG, S/Q, R) From: Arachnethe2 Arachnethe2@darmstadt.netsurf.de Date: Mon, Aug 7, 2000 5:48 AM Message-id: <398E4DAE.A5A2BECC@darmstadt.netsurf.de> Title: The Moment of Dying Author: Arachnethe2 Series: TOS/TNG Code: R Pairing: Spock/Q Notes: Part of the "Spock Fuhq Fest", http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q- fest/ Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount Pictures, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, made for no profit. Summary: When once on the list I delivered the title...-:) Author's note: Although I honestly doubt, that two particular gentlemen are having enough time to read slash on the net, but anyway: I apologise to Mr. Nimoy and Mr. de Lancie; yet alas I really couldn't resist. This time my thanks are going to Carola for her tough beta. -:) The Moment of Dying Written by Arachnethe2 "Playing terrorist again, Ambassador?" "Terrorist Q?" "Oui, what else should I say after all I have read today in Ch'rihan Daily and after all I'm witnessing right now? Ah ah ah ...and don't ever try to tell me, that Vulcan's aren't terrorists." "Vulcan's aren't *playing* terrorists, Q." "Fascinating!" "Q, put your eyebrow down..." "Aren't they properly shaped, mon ami? Perhaps I should change my form?" "And Spock, the phonon torpedo you are trying to fix right now, will not function in this way...As a paperweight perhaps, or as a sofa, but when you continue to put the control functions together like this, then you will hardly be able to use it to shoot onto the main senate building." "I don't want to attack the main senate building." "Vulcans aren't doing that?" "Affirmative." "Merde! What a boring race you are! But why are you digging in the circuits?" "Q, I'm not digging. I'm only exploring this new prototype to find out the way the mechanism is working." "Ahhh... but Spock tsk, tsk, not in this way..." "Q..." "...I can see it... I need only to throw my look on it..." "Q, don't..." "...and then voilą! Am I not great? Spock?" "..." "Hey, the thing got new bulbs! I have never imagined, that the guys from the military design could be so creative... Spock! " "..." " Ohhh... sorrrry! Your toy! I forgot... Hey I will damage it again, ok? But now, look, actually there is an urgent reason for my visit today..." "A reason..." "Yes..." "Good, Q," , "what a reason it is this time?" "Well, you know, there is this weird Frenchman, who is speaking and behaving like a bad paid stuntman in a Shakespearean theatre. And I ... well, how to say it... He is an arrogant brat, but I like him..." "Am I correct in assuming, that you are referring to Jean-Luc Picard?" "Oui. C'est our dear Johnny." "...?..." "Well, actually I'm driving him permanently mad. But he is sooo cute, when he is driven mad and very often he deserves to be pushed into dirt from time to time." "I have heard the exact opposite stories about your encounters captain Picard, Q." "You mean, that I have always been nice to him?" "No, I mean, that you have brought him into difficult situations against his will. It's illogical to jeopardise innocent people." "Innocent? I'm innocent too. Look at me, Spock, could those eyes do something wrong?" "...?..." "Ok, ok... So do you want to help me or not?" "I still don't understand what kind of help I shall provide?" "Well... Spock...I'm still asking myself, how should I make the first move on him?" "Oh? I doubt, that I could give you any proper answer there." "But I think, that you could do exactly that, mon ami. At last, once you have been the same cold ass, until a certain blond womaniser extraordinaire got you. I mean, what has he done, that it worked so good on you?" "I see, Q... But I have to disappoint you, because the methods of this particular womaniser were rather simple: he went for it." "You mean, that one day he stepped to you and told you?" "Yes." "And this worked on you?" "Yes." "And what did he say?" "He said, that he desired me." "He wanted to sleep with you?" "Yes." "This was all?" "Of course, because I had desired him as well." "Hmmmm.... then there I have a problem..." "What kind of problem, Q?" "I have never got laid before... I mean, I never got laid in this body." "Q's don't?" "Of course, that Q's do, you green blooded... But in very different way..." "I see..." "Spock?" "...?..." "Would you...?" "...?..." "...lay me?" "Q, are you asking me to have a sexual encounter with you?" "Uh-huh." "..." "Look, if you don't like my current body, then no problem! I can change myself. If it helps you, so I can look for example like a certain blond cap..." "NO!" "Eh? Spock?" "I mean, the way you look like now is quite suitable..." "...Ah..." "...it is making you more yourself." "Thanks, Spock! You should know, that this is my favourite one... then we can... uhmmmmppppffff... ah what are you doing?" "I'm stripping you." "Vulcans aren't ... hmmpffff...wasting any time, are they?" "Exactly..." "Then... hhmmpfff... wait, wai...hhhmpfff...t, wait! So... now... I got ahhh far, far better look on you..." "You are satisfying too, Q" "So how are we processing farther? Onto the floor, up against the wall? Once I have been studying all Kama-Sutras in the whole of galaxy..." "Q, you are talking too much." "...and I assure you, that this body is able to make..." "Q!" "Yes Spock?" "Bend over!" "You mean...? No! ...?...Really? You kinkyyyy... aaahhh... Vulcan!" "Be still!" "Over a photon torpedo! I can't believe it! We are doing it over a photon torpedo! How are you calling it: Starfleet doggie style? ...Aaaahh ...what aaaare you..." "I'm lubricating you. Don't move..." "Hmmm.... not bad, what ... ahhh! That was nice... please more..." "You are liking it?" "Yes..." "Tell me, when you start feeling uncomfortable... Ah! What... What have you done Q?" "Hey Spock! Put the fingers back into me!" "You have activated the count down sequence!" "Yes! Only a bit of action, c'mon Spock, could we bet whether or not you will be finished faster?" "Vulcans aren't rabbits!" "No only mad minks once in seven years.... ahhhh... be gentle, ok? After all, this is my first time!"" "I apologise... then... wait...?...Better?" "Yeah, much better... oh... much, muuuuch better... Spoock?" "Uh-huh?" "The count dooown ... " "Afraid, that ... it wiiill explode ... just below... youuuur tender paaarts, Q?" "It's ...ohhh on 10 now... move faaster... ohhh better..." "Qqqqqq..." "Eight... seven... siiiixt..." "...stooop iiit...!" "Ahhh...I caaaan't right nooow...fouuur, threee..." "Ahhhh...!" "Twooo...Ahhhhhh! ONE!!!" "Qqqqqqq! AHHHHGRRRRHHHH!" "..." "Spock?" "..." "You fine? Hey don't worry, I stopped the time just in the moment of the explosion. You are alive..." "Kaiidth!" "Wasn't this a favourite cussword of you father?" "Yes... It has been long for me..." "You mean the sex?" "Affirmative. And you Q?" "What?" "Are you well?" "..." "Q?" "..." "Q!" "This strange feeling I had the moment ago, Spock..." "You had an orgasm..." "I mean in the moment of my , of my..." "...?..." "...Spock, I felt it again, this, this dying..." "Dying?" "Yes, dying. Once I was mortal for a day and the whole time I felt that with every passing second a piece of me was dying. And now it was here again: I felt this inferno of my body... and suddenly so much was set free, that for the glint of a second my powers were gone and I felt that I have to be torn apart at first, to be thereafter put together again. I have died in this moment and then I came alive..." "Fascinating." "It was the strongest feeling I ever had until now..." "Q, I'm afraid, that if you will make love with someone, whom you truly desire, then this feeling will be much stronger." "You mean, the dying?" "And the coming alive too." "Can't it be separated?" "I regret Q, but this is the way, our universe is running." "I know... Here, now you are dressed again..." "Will you now go to Jean-Luc?" "I think, yes..." "You think...?" "Yes, I think!" "Q, don't be afraid." "I'm not!" "Q, pretence is illogical." "Vulcan smartass!!" "Q come back! You promised to damage the photon torpedo again!" "..." "Q?" "..." "Q!" "..." "Kaiidth!" End. ----------------------------------------------------- ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://www.egroups.com/group/ASCEML.