The Good With The Bad

Disclaimer: see part one

The Good With the Bad, pt. 2


When the drug wore off, Odo found himself laying, still naked, on a bed. The covers were very soft. He didn't really care, his mouth felt hot and dry. He shifted his legs, felt a sticky sensation between his butt cheeks and memories flooded into his mind, making him feel sick.

How dare they! They had...violated him. That bitch! That tin-plated Starfleet cunt! How could they do this to him?

"How are you feeling, Odo?"

He jumped, looked over to the voice. It was that...that-- he looked away now, face burning with shame. It was the commander from before. The one who had... apologised to him? His memory was foggy but he did seem to remember that.

"Look, I don't blame you if you never want to speak to me again. Hell, I wouldn't blame you if you got up and knocked my block off, but... I just wanted to tell you again how very sorry I am for what they did. It wasn't right. And I've filed a formal complaint about the procedure."

Odo nodded, not wanting to say anything, just hoping that was all the man intended to say and then leave.

"Are you all right? Can I get you anything?"

Odo shook his head and suddenly he was throwing up, mostly on himself and partly off to the side, some of it splashing Will's leg. He couldn't stop and he couldn't do anything about it. Instead of Riker standing back and away, he moved closer, holding his head and shoulders. When he stopped puking, Riker made him lie on his side, making sure his head was over the edge of the bed in case he did it again.

"I think the sedative they gave you is working it's way through. Hold on, I'll be right back."

Odo lay there, totally miserable. He didn't think it was the sedative. If it was, it was only a small part of it. He felt thoroughly sick inside over what had happened, what had been done.

Riker returned soon with a bunch of towels, two of them wet with soap. He watched him, breathing through his mouth to avoid the terrible odor as the Commander wiped up the vomit. He recycled the whole stinking mess and then headed for the bathroom. Odo thought he was washing up because he heard the water start running, but then he felt those strong hands gently sitting him up. He tried to protest, but that deep voice was insistent.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

Odo got to his feet and swayed back and forth, feeling dizzy and sick. Maybe the medication hadn't totally worn off yet. Riker ignored his vomit-covered sickbay shirt to heft his arm over his shoulder, smearing his shirt as well, as he helped him to the bathroom.

Odo guessed since he'd already dirtied his pants the Commander didn't care. He retched as the smell grew stronger and hoped he wouldn't vomit again.

Once in the bathroom Will gently stood him in the stall and began helping him remove his clothes. To Odo's surprise, he didn't stop there, but also peeled his own puke-stained uniform off, kicking off his boots into the next room.

"Might as well," Riker shrugged. "I don't think I smell very good right now either."

Then he moved into the stall with him. Will looked for the tube of soap. Grabbing it, he rubbed some into his hands, and soaped them up.

Odo had closed his eyes at the feel of the warm water splashing down, splashing away the terrible smells. As Riker's soap-slicked hands touched him, Odo jumped, pulled away. He wished he was alone.

"It's alright. I wasn't going to hurt you." Riker's deep voice was in his ear and when he turned back, the large, hairy man was looming beside him. He looked away again.

"I'll be alright."

"I'm sure you will. But neither of us smells very good. Here." Riker handed him a tube of soap.

Odo took it and squeezed some out. He turned away and started soaping himself, the way Doctor Bashir had shown him. He felt completely filthy. Despite Riker's presence, he was glad to be bathing. It couldn't wash away his memories, but he could try to wash away the feeling of the doctor and admiral's hands on him, touching him....

He jumped again as he felt those large warm hands rubbing soap into his back.

"Sorry. I figured you can't reach your back. When chief O'Brien and I would go on one of our kayaking expeditions, I'd wash his back and he'd wash mine. Just habit."

"The chief?"

Riker smiled. "Yes, we were shipmates for years before he got stationed to DS9."

Odo thought this over, then nodded. He fought to relax, but kept tensing anyway as he felt those hands move down his shoulder blades toward his spine. To his surprise, those hands were gentle. Not like Pulaski's... he closed his eyes to that thought and the memories. He turned to Riker who stopped, frowning.

"That's... good enough." He was surprised to hear his voice sound so small.

Riker's expression softened as did his voice. "You're unsteady. Let me help you with this at least. I won't hurt you. And it's the least I can do. Besides, you'll feel better once you clean up a little."

Odo wasn't sure of that, but finally turned, swaying a little and putting his hands to hold him up against the rubbery tile. He rested there, feeling Riker's large warm hands soap and massage their way along his back. It did feel good. So much that when they slid down to rub his buttocks, he didn't so much mind. One hand gently slipped between them and just as quickly slipped back out, even as he jumped, making the tube of soap fall to the drain.

"I'll get it."

Riker knelt on one knee and got the soap. He looked up to find two wide blue eyes watching him. He smiled. Odo tried to smile back, but was trembling. The water wasn't cold, though. Riker sobered.

"It's all right. I won't hurt you."

Odo nodded and Riker stood. As he did, he noticed Odo's cock was half-hard. He was very red now.

Riker shook his head; he felt sorry for him. He took one of Odo's hands and handed him the soap. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Odo. It's a reflex. It happens to us men. It doesn't mean anything."

To his surprise, Odo's eyes grew cold... and angry. "Like the doctor said."

Will got angry, too, remembering the dehumanizing exam now. His voice was hard. "Not really. Pulaski's a good doctor, but not much of a bedside manner if you know what I mean. And she does have something of an attitude. I don't agree with what she did."

Odo looked down. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"It might help."

Odo shook his head, so Riker nodded, changed the subject. "All right. Could you do my back then?"

He looked up as Will turned, examined that large expanse of hairy, muscled back and squeezed some soap into his hands. He reached up and gently massaged along those hard, thick muscles between Will's shoulders. They felt so different from anything he'd felt. He couldn't feel his own, so he had no idea if this was the norm. Riker sighed and stretched, those muscles rippling beneath his hands.

"That's great."

Odo kept moving down and after a while reached Will's two well-rounded, hairy ass cheeks. Different from his own smooth globes, but they felt smooth as he rubbed soap over them. He stopped there, didn't slip his fingers in between, feeling very strange now.

Riker reached a hand behind him. "Hand me the soap, okay?"

Odo did and he watched as Riker got some soap and did it himself, carefully cleaning his hairy puckered opening.

"You're lucky."

Odo frowned and looked away. "What?"

Riker spoke over his shoulder. "I said you're lucky. You don't have hair all over your ass, like me."

"Is that bad? Does it... itch?"

Will laughed. "Sometimes, but mostly it's hell to keep clean." He finished and turned back, then frowned as Odo gasped.

Will's thick, uncut cock was fully erect, the foreskin stretched tight over the plum-shaped head. Odo didn't say anything, just got very pale and stepped out of the shower. He didn't look back as he spoke, almost stumbling.

"I...I'll leave you the space."

Then he grabbed a towel and headed for the bedroom.


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"Odo?"

Will had quickly rinsed the soap off and toweled off, wrapping it around his waist to head into the bedroom to look for Odo.

He found him in a wet robe, seated on the bed staring at the damp spot where he'd vomited. The pale, wiry constable hid his face in hands, trying to stop the memories that had started at the sight of Riker's erect cock: the doctor's hands, touching him, inside him ... touching him in unwanted ways, making him respond.

He groaned as the memory of his own long, swollen cock being milked sprang to his mind.

And she kept asking me her damned questions!

Other memories followed these torturous ones, memories from before -- Mora causing him pain, asking him questions, demanding he answer even though he was in agony. Then after Mora, Cardassian hands, Cardassian laughter, a jeering audience watching him as he was used for their pleasure. He groaned again.

Will was about to lay a hand on his shoulder when Odo spoke, his voice hoarse with anger and tears. "They should have just raped me. At least that I would have understood."

Riker pulled his hand back. He couldn't think of anything to say except what had kept going through his mind all afternoon. "It was only done in the best interest of Starfleet."

Odo snarled. "I'm not in Starfleet!!"

His voice sounded funny to him. He didn't like the sensation inside. He felt that if he got up from the bed, he would find himself running to wherever that smug admiral was and choking the smugness off her face. For the first time he felt like doing something criminal. He didn't like that sensation either.

The hand that settled on his shoulder was understanding -- comforting -- but all he felt was rage. He focused it on the owner of that hand and lashed out. Riker let him land a few somewhat wild blows then grabbed his forearms and just held him back. He waited, holding onto the thin, wiry form easily. His face was grim, but his eyes were filled with sympathy, as was his voice.

"I'm not your enemy Odo."

The ex-changeling glared at him for a long moment, then he nodded, his eyes closed and his head dropped. Will frowned, uncertain, then a soft shuddery gasp made him let Odo go. The weary constable slipped down to his knees, oddly graceless, and just wept. The harsh, ragged sounds made Will swallow, force back the lump in his throat. He felt more like a turd than ever.

He had tried to help, but hadn't. He couldn't stop Pulaski, had just stood there with a sick feeling in his stomach as the humiliating exam continued. He should have done something to stop it, but he didn't. He could do something now, though. He crouched down and put his hand on one of those shaking shoulders. Odo tried to move away.

"Easy." He felt that lump rising in his throat again and gave in to the feeling in the pit of his stomach and gathered the cold trembling figure against him. "Easy. I won't hurt you. I didn't know they were going to hurt you ... do what they did. I'm so sorry. I won't let them touch you again." It was a promise.

"Don't." the ex-changeling rasped, pulling back.

Riker frowned. The ravaged, half-crazed look in those reddened, blue eyes made him cringe. Fallen tears stained the edges of that thin-lipped mouth as he rasped out his words in anguish.

"Don't make promises to me. I'm just a... curiousity. A lab rat. They can do what they want. I can't stop them. Neither can you."

Riker shook his head, insistent, gripping Odo's arms tightly. "No. No that's not true. I can and I will. They will not do that or anything like that again. You're a sentient being and you were exiled by your people. You're not the enemy and I relayed that information to my captain. He concurred and he's going to speak with your commanding officer. Probably is right now as we speak. This stops here."

Odo stared at him so long that Riker began to wonder if he'd heard anything he said. He was searching his face, his words. For dishonesty, he realized. He repeated softly, "It stops here."

He didn't know how long they stayed staring at each other after that. Then Odo blinked and drew in a big breath. After a moment, the last words he expected to hear from the ragged man before him hung in the air.

"Thank you." Simply, hoarsely spoken, but heartfelt.

Riker nodded, throat dry. "Don't thank me. I feel like a poor excuse for a human. Like a... traitor to you."

Odo shook his head. "You didn't know."

Riker sighed, rubbed along Odo's arms gently, feeling the burden on his soul ease. He was faintly surprised to feel the hard, solid muscles -- brand new muscles. A new body.

Odo never had muscles before. He'd never had a body like this before. Then those bitches did that to him? This all must be like torture, he thought. Yet the trim, firm body so close to him reminded him of Soren, his hermaphrodite lover of so long ago. Soren had a slender, firm and beautiful body, also hairless, like Odo's. He recalled now Soren's wonderful penis which he had found erotically appealing.

When they had made love, he had felt so giving, teaching hir to enjoy all aspects of hir sexuality, to find pleasure not just in the limited male/female way Soren preferred, but also to appreciate hir male side. He felt himself getting hard now at the memory of Soren penetrating him...

A fresh wave of guilt swept over him as he remembered Odo hadn't had a choice in the matter, that it hadn't been a pleasure for him.

He was wrong. That bitch Nechayev and Pulaski... they did rape him. It wasn't sexual to them, but it was rape, plain and simple. And you stood there and watched. His face burned now and he scowled. Damn Nechayev to hell for not even having the decency to feel guilty over doing it.

"What is it, Commander?"

Will started and then smiled. "Sorry, I was thinking of things. I can't tell you how sorry I am. But I do want you to know that Nechayev won't get away with it scot-free. She owes you. And she'll know it if my captain and I have anything to say about it."

Odo shook his head, a look of distaste on his face. "I just want to get out of here. Get back to Deep Space Nine."

"That's understandable. But if you lodge a formal protest--"

"No."

The words were firm and Will found he didn't want to pressure him. He let those hard, wiry arms go, a bit reluctantly. The urge to ask to remain surprised him, but he only nodded. "All right. You know your mind."

"No. No I don't." Odo sighed. "I don't know anything about this ridiculous body. But I know how I feel. And I remember everything I used to know."

"That's what matters, my friend." Riker smiled and patted his arm. He moved back. "I should probably go now. Leave you alone."

To both their surprise, Odo didn't nod or agree. He merely fell silent, looking troubled.


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2b cont'd

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